Anyhow he confessed that he was a fraud. He caught the elderly dame’s eye, throwing her a desperate message. She would not sleep for fear of losing a moment of that sense of his proximity. Not even for Ruth could he do such a beastly thing. “Who’ll mind the baby nar?” was one of the night’s inspirations, and very frequent. Why? Love was a word of God's, and yet her father had denied it—denied it to the Book, denied it to his own flesh and blood. “Yes, I believe he is.
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