For the first time that day, she was finally able to look into his face. ' Why," said Ruth, "you did not read that to us. She advanced, stabbing at him. She had never been "My child" or "My dear"; always her name—Ruth. "Speak out—don't be alarmed," said Wood, in a kind and encouraging tone. ’ The core of hurt rose up, tearing at her insides. . It is of no use.
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