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. Her hair was washed for her also. " He opened his eyes again. Sir James Thornhill, then, rose. She had never been "My child" or "My dear"; always her name—Ruth. "Dear me!" she added, as she pledged the amorous woollen-draper, "what a beautiful ring that is. She did not forge a note. I don't know anything about you.
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