And now, when you come at last, you bring me this grandfather, and you dare to tell me I am like him. Well might she do so, Gerald thought in irritation. So, step by step, and hurt by hurt, Ruth was learning that John Smith was John Smith and nobody else. “Experte credo. ” She closed her mouth. The man who sat behind a pigeon-hole, and regulated the comings and goings, was for a moment absent.
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