My mother died the day I was born; that’s what they tell me. And for twelve years he has been so; until his long security, well-nigh obliterating remembrance of the deed, has bred almost a sense of innocence within his breast. . In the presence of the husband of his mistress Rollo was always dignifiedly cheerful, but he never leaped or cavorted as he did when alone with Ruth. ’ ‘Damnation!’ ‘What the devil ails you?’ demanded his friend, striding forward.
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