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" "If he had only been my father!—McClintock!" "God didn't standardize human beings, Ruth; no grain of wheat is like another. "You poor child!" Prudence took Ruth's hands in her own. By now the horses would be rested and he might go as swiftly back again. ‘Are you going to come quietly, mademoiselle?’ he demanded with grim determination. One of these, a lady, evidently a confirmed invalid, and attired in deep mourning, reclined upon a sort of couch, or easy chair, set on wheels, with her head supported by cushions, and her feet resting upon a velvet footstool. That old chap has a remarkable range in reading. Spurlock mused over the previous night.
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