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Already the seed of a tender dream was stirring. " At luncheon, preoccupied in thought, Spurlock did not notice the pallor on Ruth's cheeks or the hunted look in her eyes. "He must have gone this way," muttered Blueskin. Winny, this is the last night I shall pass beneath your father's roof. I do, however.
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