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” “That is why they hissed me, then?” “Of course. “It was the night you left Paris. She had never been "My child" or "My dear"; always her name—Ruth. She dreaded leaving him for the night, but separated herself finally. " "But, my love," still remonstrated Wood, "you know I'm going to look after the boys——" "After Mrs. " "It matters not. Then she sat watching the play, sometimes offering a helpful suggestion, sometimes letting her attention wander to the smoothly shining arms she had folded across her knees just below the edge of the table. I would have married her long ago, but she will not have me. But we’ve got the brains to get over that, and tongues in our heads to talk to each other. "Mr. “Mr.
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