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He hung over her—he and his loan to her and his connection with her and that terrible evening—a vague, disconcerting possibility of annoyance and exposure. E. It was still too dark for reading, but she could see well enough to note the number of the last page—fifty-six. For Ruth grew lovelier as the days went on. "I couldn't go on!" "You'll need something more than courage now. "Hoddy, Hoddy!… No, no! This is my father!" warned Ruth. And turning again, as if the emotions she had churned up kept her on the move, she paced back to the mantel and there stopped, staring at her own reflection in the tarnished mirror. " "Ah!" ejaculated the widow, hiding her face. ‘Don’t dare call her that to my face. She was not altogether surprised when she found a deer, gutted of its entrails and strung with a garland of flowers, on the cave’s doorstep one humid summer morning.
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