"Shall I take the babby home with me!" persisted Wood, in a tone between jest and earnest. "What's become of Ruth?" "Gone to her room. ” John said to Lucy. It must be my fault that you have not learnt that your husband is the man to come to—at such a time as this. Just as they reached the eastern outlet of the churchyard— where the tall elms cast a pleasant shade over the rustic graves—a momentary stoppage took place. "Don't go, I beg of you!" she implored.
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