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Anna was sitting before the fire a little distance from him—Ennison himself remained standing. He kissed her at the door. She came to spend hours with the bastard children that the women brought, dressing and feeding the tiny ones, inventing games for the older ones. She had never been "My child" or "My dear"; always her name—Ruth.
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