By the by, my dear, I forgot to ask your name—perhaps you'll oblige me with it now? Hell and the devil!—gone!" He looked around in vain. Raven locks fell to her shoulders from under the feathered beaver hat, and curled away down her back. " "A novelist?" cried Ruth, thrilling. All the sombre visions she had been pressing back, fighting out of her thoughts, swarmed over the barrier and crushed her. “I’m not a good woman. "Will you write," asked the doctor, "and tell me how you are getting along?" "Oh, yes!" "The last advice I can give you is this: excite his imagination; get him started with his writing.
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