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In the grate were some charred fragments of a marriage certificate. The boy had all kinds of opportunity; but it's the old story of father making it too easy. “Let me help you,” he begged. “It isn’t a joke,” she said. . “I wish that I could forget it,” he said. The drawers at the moment were too busy to attend to her, and she would have seized the opportunity of examining, unperceived, the assemblage within, through a little curtained window that overlooked the adjoining chamber, if an impediment had not existed in the shape of Baptist Kettleby, whose portly person entirely obscured the view. Once or twice she commented upon it, but she knew that it was resultant of his fear of her impending departure. ‘Don’t let us quarrel over your Leonardo,’ he said, summoning a faint smile. “And now, look at us! See what we have become. Wary they might be. " "Oh!" Ruth laughed softly. ‘But you do not understand, mon ami.
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