These sisters moved in a grown-up world inaccessible to Ann Veronica’s sympathies, and to a large extent remote from her curiosity. It was his redemption, his ticket out of hell—that blue-serge coat. It was a port of call, since fortnightly a British mail-boat dropped her mudhook in the bay. . It is true that I do not love Ruth; but I swear to you, before the God of my fathers, that she shall never know it!" "I'll be getting along.
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