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“My dear Vee!” Her voice became very low. So Ruth took another step toward her destination, which we in our vanity call destiny. Why? He could preach the Word and deny Love!—tame the savage heart, succour broken white men!—pray with his face strained with religious fervour! The idea made her dizzy because it was so inexplicable. I will be as silent as the grave. "It is your son. After that time nothing shall save you. You did not learn that in a convent.
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