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org. He did not love Ruth. “MY DEAR DAUGHTER,” it ran,—“Here, on the verge of the season of forgiveness I hold out a last hand to you in the hope of a reconciliation. "Hell's curses!" muttered Jonathan between his teeth; "that fool will ruin all. “It has all been a mistake, hasn’t it?” “No more talking,” the doctor interposed. ’ ‘Then you will die at the hands of the canaille. It surprises you. You have never known what it is to want food, raiment, shelter. I've often regretted that I didn't investigate the matter.
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