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Oh God! pardon me. Her hair, once red, faded to a thin gray that she kept cut into a practical short bob. She went up-stairs and hesitated between four doors with ground-glass panes, each of which professed “The Women’s Bond of Freedom” in neat black letters. Why had Ruth married him? A penniless outcast, for she must have known he was that. " "Well," replied her son; "and you spurn the proposal. I done just what you asked. "Save him," replied Jonathan. “But your sister,” he said. She felt her heartbeat accelerate until it was pounding her chest. The future? He dared not speculate upon that. "'Tis a cruel thing you've done, lad. I wouldn't have him see me in this state for the world.
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