He tried not to think—of Ruth with her mother's locket, of her misguided father, taking his lonely way to sea. It just made me mad to the boiling point. How is she?” “My sister is quite well, thank you,” she answered. He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann Veronica. Unlocking it, he entered the chamber, which by no means belied its external appearance.
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