"Hoddy, Hoddy!… No, no! This is my father!" warned Ruth. She wasn’t sure of herself when she said it. It had been brighter than the rest, for dawn light had come in through high unshuttered casements above the bookshelves. Nevertheless it was overwhelming. "Manuscripts! Why, this chap is a writer, or is trying to be.
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