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" The mortal agony behind those eyes! And all the while he had probably loved his child. To Ruth the thought of Hartford no longer projected upon her vision a city of spires and houses and tree-lined streets. ‘Do not be alarmed, Jacques. Do you recall the night she showed you the face in the locket? Do you remember how she said—'If only my mother had lived'? Did you ever see anything more tender or beautiful?" "I remember. It had been Ann Veronica’s lot as the youngest child to live in a home that became less animated and various as she grew up. "It's a miserable weakness to be afraid of bloodshed. ” She shivered. "Why you pretended not to recognize the photograph of the young fellow you toted around these diggings all day yesterday. And she’s pluck to the backbone. ‘Unheard of, ain’t it? To tell the truth, I half expected him to leave everything to one of his doxies.
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