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" "I wish you did have some faults, Ruth. His lovely black eyes softened until they became like languid as the night sky. However, confession of a fault makes half amends for it. I never could. “Anna!” she repeated. She is your sister, and God knows I wish her none. Nature is God, Anna, and the greatest artist of us all a pigmy.
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