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The small bed’s hospital corners had been put into disarray by Michelle’s crying fit. "Good-bye!" For a moment Ruth was tempted to fling herself against the withered bosom; but long since she had learned repression. “The one who used to live at Lyndmore. She would always be waiting upon this boy, he mused. I must leave England to-night. “I suppose I should let go if I had. Get on, do. But anything is better than this. “What is a ballot-box like, exactly?” she asked, as though it was very important to her. But she wished she could put the thing she had done in some way to them so that it would not hurt them so much as the truth would certainly do.
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