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To dream and to labour: to you, my labour; to Ruth, my dreams. "What do you mean by that, sirrah?" cried Wood, reddening with anger. Soon they came to treat Lucy almost as mother, pulling hard at her brown curls and laughing delightedly as they sprang back into their spiral shape. He uttered a short laugh. " The spinster's face actually became warm. All at once it came to him what a fool he was to worry over this phase which was wholly suppositional. No one seeing you together could doubt that she is your granddaughter. ” “Thanks, honey.
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