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She rested for a half hour in heaven on earth, feeling herself drift in and out of sleep. She released her clutch on it as, dizzy with exhaustion, she leaned against the back of the pew and closed her eyes, her fingers grasping out automatically for support. Could you give me any references?” “There is Mr. " The poor widow hung her head, and pressed her child closer to her breast. “You have killed me. Here was the same Ruth who had left him a few minutes since: the same outwardly; and yet…! On the ninth day Spurlock was up and about; that is, he was strong enough to walk alone, from the companion to his chair, to lean upon the rail when the chair grew irksome, to join Ruth and his employer at lunch and dinner: strong enough to argue about books, music, paintings. She made a few protests, a few excuses for her action in accepting him, a few lame explanations, but he did not heed them or care for them.
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