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She had never
been "My child" or "My dear"; always her name—Ruth. Wood's house
at Dollis Hill on Tuesday'—that's two days ago,—'hasn't been heard of since. She was, she guessed, close to the library. ’ He reddened a little, and shuffled his feet. 277
“I was beginning to think that I would never see you
again, Lucy. “Yes. Evidently in the flower of his age, he was scarcely less remarkable for
symmetry of person than for comeliness of feature; and, though his attire was
plain and unpretending, it was such as could be worn only by one belonging to
the higher ranks of society. ‘No, let me guess,’ he interrupted. As the novel grew Ruth was astonished to see herself enter and dominate it:
sometimes as she actually was, with all her dreams reviewed—as if he had
caught her talking in her sleep.
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