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“Just like old times,” she thought sardonically. The real Ruth was as completely hidden as though she stood behind the walls of Agra Fort. "Not that I know of," replied the carpenter, who had in some degree recovered his confidence. CHAPTER VIII. “The young lady, I presume, told you that her name was Anna,” he remarked. Sheppard, averting her face to hide her tears. ’ ‘Do you indeed?’ rejoined the old lady, twinkling at him, and urging him towards the door. Annabel shines like a star in the darkness, Rosamund queens it a rose, deep rose; But the lady I love is like sunshine in April weather, She gleams and gladdens, she warms—and goes.
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