Good-bye, Anna!” Annabel sprang up. These passers-by who touch us but lightly and are gone, leaving the eternal imprint! So long as she lived, Ruth would always remember that embrace. Don't be afraid—I won't hurt you. The cause of this uproar was soon manifest. Light flooded the place. Her fingers were bursting through her gloves, as if to get at once into touch with Ann Veronica. She was ashamed of herself for the simple gladness she felt wash over her as the infant’s screams ended.
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