’ ‘I find that difficult to believe,’ snapped the general, jerking to and fro as his agitation mounted. His arm entered the round window of the white haze of her vision, his wrist spouting blood in currents, dripping on the stone floor. He glanced out of the window, looked back at the major and grasped the handle of the door. Your servant, Mr. All his interest in Ruth, all his care and solicitude, could now be translated into a single word—love. 132 “I thought you wanted me—you told me so when we kissed in the park!” He cried. The mother was far more real to her than the father; the ghostly far more substantial than the living form.
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