“There have been other times,” he said a little sadly. "You poor child!" Prudence took Ruth's hands in her own. ‘Your niece, ma’am. He trembled, not from any superstitious dread, but from an undefined sense of approaching danger. "In this pit," he added, pointing to the chasm below, "your brother is buried. . Blotted out—Love! With infinite care, through nearly a thousand pages, her father had obliterated the word Love.
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