She had never been "My child" or "My dear"; always her name—Ruth. He lit a cigarette and loitered about. If I could but——” To escape from her thoughts she began to undress, humming a light tune to herself, though her eyes were hot with unshed tears, and the sobs kept rising in her throat. The lad hesitated. ‘You have rifled his papers.
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