Even in this dread moment Ruth was conscious of a pathetic interest in the scattering pencils. "Give me till to-morrow," implored she, "and if I can bring myself to part with him, you shall have him without another word. She broke this promise when she told me that my mother was this Mary, and not Suzanne Valade at all.
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