” She turned and fitted the latchkey into the door. " The poor widow hung her head, and pressed her child closer to her breast. Ruth flashed in and out of the sunshine; and he took note of the radiant nimbus above her head each time the sunshine touched her hair. “What a little brick!” he murmured. That is the dreadful truth. That is why I was so anxious to leave Paris.
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