I cannot live without you, Anna. Mr. Wood hadn't struck me. “You see, dear, one IS passionately anxious for something—what is it? One wants to be CLEAN. “You poor little girl!” he cried. Through a blur of tears Ruth followed the rocking light until it vanished.
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