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. It is true that I do not love Ruth; but I swear to you, before the God of my fathers, that she shall never know it!" "I'll be getting along. She had been careless. Dutch; Pennsylvania Dutch. Our land brings us in nothing. God would have taken mercy on her baby, seeing that she had already had too much pain and that he had taken her beloved mother. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. Their soft, voluptuous bodies wove among each other to the faint notes of a lyre. Anna, who had sung the first verse of her song, looked around the house, a little surprised at the absence of the applause which had never yet failed her.
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