From then on he was Ruth's dog. ” “Oh, okay. "Had I not been the guilty wretch I am," he cried, bursting into an agony of tears, "she would never have died thus. He beheld the grey tower of Willesden Church, embosomed in its grove of trees, now clothed, in all the glowing livery of autumn. ‘Have no fear,’ he uttered soothingly, reaching out to pat her free hand. She had money of her own—much more than I have—and there was no need to squabble about that. I thought that he was dead.
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