A ragged gray moustache drooped from the corners of his mouth and a ragged wisp of whisker hung from his chin. ” “That is all very well,” said Ann Veronica, unheeded. The poor wretch, driven by desperation to the commission of a crime which her soul abhors, is no more beyond the hope of reformation than she is without the pale of mercy. He drew a little breath of relief. "Good-bye!" For a moment Ruth was tempted to fling herself against the withered bosom; but long since she had learned repression.
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