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] CHAPTER VIII Slowly Ruth entered her own room. ” “He would have been dead before now without it,” the doctor answered shortly. The other must call a coach as quickly as he can. Chapter VIII “WHITE’S” Northwards, away from the inhospitality of West Kensington, rumbled the ancient four-wheel cab, laden with luggage and drawn by a wheezy old horse rapidly approaching its last days. Think if your own mother was alive!” He paused, deeply moved. His head turned sideways towards the noise, his brows scowling. Ramage. She no more realizes what she has done than a child of eight. ’ His brows rose. "Did I hear you …" began McClintock. Glancing towards him she saw that a shadow had fallen upon his face.
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