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The ambitions of his life, and they were many, seemed to lie far away, broken up dreams in some outside world where the way was rough and the sky always grey. That boy—blind as a bat! Why, he hadn't seen the Woman until to-night! From the first chord of the Grieg concerto to the finale of the Chopin ballade, Ruth had sat tensely on the edge of her chair. Her life hangs upon a thread, and this may snap it. Only her face was clear, frail and delicate, almost flower-like, with the sad haunting eyes ever watching his. "Farewell!" blubbered the executioner's wife, pressing his hand to her lips. She said as much to him. " "It's all up," muttered Thames.
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