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He remembered also, all at once, the very first words he had heard her speak: “I was not born to this. " Ruth spread out the ruffled skirt, sundrily torn and soiled. . She stuffed her violin in its case and rushed into the hallway towards John, who stood outside of 118 with his arms crossed. She was honest again. By this time, she had so far succeeded in calming herself, that she answered the greetings of the neighbours whom she encountered on her way to the sacred edifice—if sorrowfully, still composedly. She had never been "My child" or "My dear"; always her name—Ruth.
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