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And she found herself able to do nothing of the sort. "Not a single whooper-upter! Nothing but torment and remorse … and Ruth! Children, put your arms around me. The tropical dawn is swift. ‘Ha! Just the person I want. God forgive you!" "May He, indeed, forgive me!" returned Trenchard, crossing himself devoutly; "but my guilt is not the less heavy, because your child escaped. Her neck was smeared with red and remorse flooded him. ’ The lady shook her head, contriving at the same moment to utter a breathy little laugh. That he was immolating Ruth on the altar of his conscience never broke in upon his thought for consideration. Not a word was uttered for some time, nor any sound heard except the stilled sobs of the unfortunate mother.
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