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"Your faults were the faults of circumstances. Why, then, did he touch it? As he climbed heavily into his chair, she was able to note the little beads of sweat under the cracked nether lip. " Ruth's eyes began to glow. We men are like children. His commissions this day would not fill his metal pipe with one wad of tobacco. It was the last thing she felt like drinking. " Thames Darrell was, indeed, a youth of whom a person of far greater worldly consequence than the worthy carpenter might have been justly proud. Am I mistaken? Is your heart mine?" "It is—it is; and has ever been," replied Winifred, falling upon his neck.
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