" The Wastrel laughed. Thought she was a nun at first. “Ruin me? Think of me with fondness? Are you dying of cancer or something?” He demanded. The unexpected twist—his disclosure to McClintock—had given Spurlock but temporary relief. The hand that had been clenched lay open, relaxed; and upon the palm he saw her mother's locket. " "Wait a bit, massa," replied the grinning negro,—"lilly bit—see all right fust. Ramage. Left to himself, he took a survey of the room, and his heart leaped as he beheld over the, chimney-piece, a portrait of himself. Always as black and bitter as gall. Critically, she stared at her own features. " Ruth stood with drawn brows; she was trying to recall.
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