“My darling!” he said, clasping her resolutely in his arms, “my dearest!” “Mr. " Sir Rowland caught at a chair for support, and passed his hand across his brow, on which the damp had gathered thickly. "I will struggle no longer with destiny. He uttered one word over and over, monotonously: "Fool! … Fool!" But invariably the touch of Ruth's hand quieted him, and his head would cease to roll from side to side. "I declare you throw me into an ague.
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