Take my child to—it is—oh God!—I am sinking—take it—take it!" "Where?" shouted Wood. The funeral, it has just been said, took place on that day. Ruth flashed in and out of the sunshine; and he took note of the radiant nimbus above her head each time the sunshine touched her hair.
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