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She did not learn the kind of looks she had been bestowing upon him at a convent. There were moments when she thought of turning upon this man and talking to him. “I’m not gentle. "Do not despair, my sweet soul," said Wood, in a soothing tone. Until the last moment she was afraid. " "Suffer me to proceed," replied the stranger. With a cry of triumph, he rose, the sword hilt grasped in his fingers, the point swishing up towards her. Ruth felt his hand grow cold as it slipped from hers.
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