She meant to go, she meant to go, she meant to go. ” “She has changed a good deal,” Anna admitted. A small voice greeted her, hissing. A thickly-set, sandy young man, with an unwholesome complexion and grease-smooth hair, had entered the room. Will you find your destiny, I wonder, or will you go through life like so many others—a wanderer, knocking ever at empty doors, homeless to the last? Oh, if one could but find the way to your heart. "You needn't gag me," he added, "I'll not cry out. Mother! do you know what you do? Would you sell yourself to this fiend?" "I would sell myself, body and soul, to save you," rejoined his mother, bursting from his grasp. Ruth stared into the painted face, now sundrily cracked by the coursing tears.
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