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I have always been lonely. “Do you know, I have been wondering what had become of you,” she said. ‘Well?’ demanded Miss Froxfield, accepting a glass of lemonade proffered by
a passing lackey. Her
white shirt was mired with a central bloodstain, his pants
caked with mud. But then, because my papa had no money,
you understand, he sent me to a convent. ’
Gerald was staring at her, an arrested expression on his face. "
"I wish you did have some faults, Ruth. Do you know anything of his friends? Is there any one for whom we ought to
send?”
“I know very little of him beyond his name,” Anna answered.
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