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Her unnatural calm was giving way. The echoes of his hard, unpleasant laugh reached Anna on her way upstairs. She had never been "My child" or "My dear"; always her name—Ruth. “This is a charming place, and I have enjoyed the rest. As he anticipated, he was here comparatively screened from the fury of the wind; and when he gazed upon the roaring fall beneath him, visible through the darkness in a glistening sheet of foam, his heart overflowed with gratitude for his providential deliverance. But why do you ask?" "Because—" stammered the boy. She stopped abruptly, and looked in a flower-shop window. How dreary it all looks.
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