"I wonder," said Ruth. "I knew how it would be," she cried, in the shrill voice peculiar to a shrew, "when you brought that worthless hussy's worthless brat into the house. “No,” said her brother, conclusively, “it’s not for a parent to go on persuading a child. The lighting-up pierced the obscurity of the box, and Ramage stopped his urgent flow of words abruptly and sat back. You were pointed out to me at—a few nights ago. ’ Grasping the lantern, and heedless now of the discomforts of the passage, Melusine flew like the wind back towards the library, the vision of Jack Kimble’s white face driving her on. I've told you about him; and you wrote a shrewd yarn on the subject.
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