He must know she’ll be at a convent. Spurlock stepped into the room. “MY DEAR DAUGHTER,” it ran,—“Here, on the verge of the season of forgiveness I hold out a last hand to you in the hope of a reconciliation. Even in this dread moment Ruth was conscious of a pathetic interest in the scattering pencils.
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