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"You open it, Ruth. ” She stirred gently in her chair. ” She felt, with a sudden horror, that she might weep. Her father was holding her waist, smiling. “—and your aunt—” For a time he searched for the mot juste. ‘I do not wish to be like him, but it is entirely reasonable that it should be so. Then we find out. ” She found herself trying to remember all the old tunes her mother had taught her, as they were bright as little stars. But ere the words could find utterance, her maternal tenderness overcame her indignation; and, sinking upon her knees, she extended her arms over her child. We've got to get him to care. The halls are on the lookout for something new. 1.
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