The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. "You open it, Ruth. There was the cottage she had inhabited for so many years,—in those fields she had rambled,—at that church she had prayed. Do you have family that I should ask?” “Oh, Julian! No, my family is dead, lost. like, well, um, you’re kind of looking just a little bit homely lately. It seemed to emanate from the back of the house.
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