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But he had shown no desire for information, no curiosity. Wet as he was, he felt if he lay down in the grass, he should perish with cold; while, if he sought a night's lodging in any asylum, his dress, stained with blood and covered with dirt, would infallibly cause him to be secured and delivered into the hands of justice. O'Higgins eyed it thoughtfully. “The Widgetts,” she said. She approached Ruth with open arms; and something in the way the child came into that kindly embrace hurt the older woman to the point of tears. Now you can understand why every minute is a torture to me.
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