] CHAPTER VIII Slowly Ruth entered her own room. " The doctor was in the middle fifties, gray and careworn, but with alert blue eyes and a gentle mouth. " "I hope you never may, my love," humbly acquiesced the carpenter. Her back stiffened. ‘Me, I have a name.
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