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She was unusually soft and gentle in her manner to
him. "
Ruth laughed. From a scout stationed at the
northern entrance, whom she addressed in the jargon of the place, with which
long usage had formerly rendered her familiar, she ascertained that Blueskin,
accompanied by a youth, whom she knew by the description must be her son,
had arrived there about three hours before, and had proceeded to the Cross
Shovels. ‘Poor Hilary. Why do I want him so badly? Why do I want him, and think
about him, and fail to get away from him?
“It isn’t all of me. "
Something in the child's voice, something in her manner, warned the spinster
that her well-meaning inquisitiveness had received a set-back and that it would
be dangerous to press it forward again. ‘So I shall
do so.
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