’ ‘It is true,’ insisted the lady. “No. ‘You are too shrewd for me, ma’am. She liked the high, easy swing of the thing over its big wheels, the quick clatter-patter of the horse, the passage of the teeming streets. She had never been "My child" or "My dear"; always her name—Ruth.
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