"I'm going back for Ruth. Sheppard had been interred. Whenever you grow impatient with her, remember the folly of her father. The shape of the head, the height and breadth of the brow, the angle of the nose, the cut of the chin and jaws, all were fine, of a type she had never before looked upon closely. ‘A spitfire, ain’t she, sir?’ Roding ignored this. .
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