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‘Come, come, ma’am,’ he said smiling. The hand that had been clenched lay open, relaxed; and upon the palm he saw her mother's locket. "Good-bye!" For a moment Ruth was tempted to fling herself against the withered bosom; but long since she had learned repression. Be kind to her. If it wasn’t for the fear that after all—but we won’t think of that. ‘I do not believe you.
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