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He would repeat them innumerable times, and patiently Ruth would repeat her answers. She rehearsed the story of her forlorn long lost mother in her head, what she would say to the theorymongers. Russell burned like a beacon, but Capes illuminated by darting flashes and threw light, even if it was but momentary light, into a hundred corners that Russell left steadfastly in the shade. Home!— which I never hoped to see again. ’ Gerald noted the mixture of respect and apprehension in the glance he received from the boy.
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