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To Ruth the thought of Hartford no longer projected upon her vision a city of spires and houses and tree-lined streets. ” Her mind drifted into a speculation about her sister. And now for the fawney— the ring I mean. It is I who am persecuted by the man who calls himself your husband. ‘You do not know how I am like my mother. He took her fingers and lifted his eyes to hers. That old chap has a remarkable range in reading.
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