Unless there was some real metal in the young fool, some hidden strength with which to breast the current, Ruth would become a millstone around his neck and soon he would become to her an object of pity and contempt. "My mother!—my poor mother!" ejaculated Thames, falling on his knees, and bursting into tears. "Let me go," cried Winifred. That’s how it takes me.
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