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It is a very small affair, after all, and you can pay me back if you will. "I can't hold it much longer—it'll break my wrist. ” “Friends!” said her father. "Do you call neglecting your work, and singing flash songs nothing? Zounds! you incorrigible rascal, many a master would have taken you before a magistrate, and prayed for your solitary confinement in Bridewell for the least of these offences. Though Gerald must suppose it was inevitable she should eventually come here. No, no! Not now!" Ruth turned abruptly and walked toward the bungalow, mounted the veranda steps, and vanished within. Cowering in a corner upon a heap of straw sat his unfortunate mother, the complete wreck of what she had been. Wood. Wood lifted up his hands in mute despair. “You found the cabochon? After all these years?” He asked, incredulous. Sheila found out. ” “I may have to run,” said her father, with an appeal to his watch. Wood, who looks after her comforts, and visits her constantly.
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