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‘That’s right,’ agreed the militiaman, coming forward to stand before her. “I am going to America. ‘Oh, peste,’ she cried out in distressed tones. “The one who used to live at Lyndmore. ”
“Annabel knew where I lived,” Anna continued slowly. The person, shortly afterwards ushered into the room, seemed by the imperfect
light,—for the evening was advancing, and the chamber darkened by heavy
drapery,—to be a middle-sized middle-aged man, of rather vulgar appearance,
but with a very shrewd aspect. "Make it known among your friends. "Where did you pick it up?"
"I believe I told you; at Yale. But all these hours, trying to teach the child wariness toward life,
and the moment his back was turned, this!
He was, perhaps, still dazed by the inner revelation—his own interest in Ruth. ]
CHAPTER VIII
Slowly Ruth entered her own room.
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