At night she would turn it in her fingers like a rosary bead. He knew that at this moment Ruth lay upon her bed in torment, for she was by nature tender; and the reaction of her scathing words, no matter how justifiable, would be putting scars on her soul. ’ He glanced at the portrait behind her.
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