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Stanley considered. "How do I know you are a friend?" asked Darrell. He turned just in time to see Lucilla exchange an amused look with Hilary. Her heart was beating with quite unaccustomed vigour, her hands were hot, she was conscious of a warmth in her blood which the summer sunshine was scarcely responsible for. It is picturesquely situated beneath a tree on the high road, not far from the little hostel before mentioned, and at no great distance from the church. She had never been "My child" or "My dear"; always her name—Ruth.
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