And if the woman is not a rival, she must be—yes, that must be it. Don’t touch the handle, Annabel! Curse the thing, you’ve jammed it now. She hid behind a mirage of piety, just as I do. To Ruth the thought of Hartford no longer projected upon her vision a city of spires and houses and tree-lined streets. " "You once saw a man die that way?" the manager echoed, his recent puzzlement returning full tide. " "Of course—of course," returned Wood, hastily; "anything's better than that. But in the train going home her aunt reasoned it out.
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