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” He rejoiced over this emancipation. There must be something we can do. ” She glanced out of the window, and the distant trees were a froth of hard spring green and almond blossom. It exists because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and donations from people in all walks of life. The sense of publicity, of people coming and going about them, kept them both unemotional. He trembled violently. A little smothered cry broke from her lips—the curtains were thrown aside and a man stepped out. It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron. It was long and narrow, with a ceiling supported by huge uncovered rafters, and so low as scarcely to allow a tall man like himself to stand erect beneath it. She dropped the locket into its sweet hiding place. Mrs.
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