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Not far from the entrance, on the left, was a sort of screen, or partition-wall, reaching from the floor to the ceiling, formed of thick oaken planks riveted together by iron bolts, and studded with broad-headed nails. “You told me that your name was Meysey Hill. The mother was far more real to her than the father; the ghostly far more substantial than the living form. I told you that at the outset. I love. No, no! Not now!" Ruth turned abruptly and walked toward the bungalow, mounted the veranda steps, and vanished within. His glasses were gone.
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