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They could not go on. “But I still think of my old foster brothers and sisters. “Father,” she cried, “I have to live!” He misunderstood her. Ruth loved him. . The thought caused him an odd kind of pang—of pity, naturally. He pointed to where the lights still burned in Anna’s windows.
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