She had never been "My child" or "My dear"; always her name—Ruth. ’ ‘How can I have more? You have taken my pistol. “Dear John,” she whispered. ” He said. Proper enough now, when he could not help himself, but the habit would be formed; and when he was strong again it would become the normal role, hers to give and his to receive. “You are going to treat me as though I wasn’t. I'll go alone. I am aware that you ran away from there, but—’ ‘Certainly I ran away,’ she said, meeting his gaze with defiance in her own. ’ A sudden frown sprang to the fellow’s face. Her curiosity was insatiable, her dreams filled with happy speculation over what hair color her babies would inherit.
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