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All the initial confidence in herself was gone; her courage was merely a shell to hide the lack. But one must disguise oneself. It was astonishing how often this picture returned: cold rosy apples and flurries of snow. He would know her address to-morrow. ’ ‘Tchah!’ He glared at her. But Ruth was his woman, and he had sworn to God to defend her. She was her mother’s child, fair of face, doted upon and spoiled by her attentions.
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