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Through a blur of tears Ruth followed the rocking light until it vanished. "You are no longer Thames Darrell," she said, casting her eyes rapidly over it; "but the Marquis de Chatillon. She could not feel her own body. White was scattered across the long stretches of pine trees and corn fields. “What? She replied, still hazy. ” “It wouldn’t be you either. But, it can't be helped. A wave of pity went over him—pity for the patient, the girl, and his friend. A medley of motives warred in her, and it was certainly not one of the least of these that she knew herself to be passionately in love with Capes; at moments she had a giddy intimation that he was beginning to feel keenly interested in her. If only sometimes he would grow angry at her, impatient! But his tender courtesy was unfailing; and under this would be the abiding bitterness of having mistaken gratitude for love. The little room was fragrant with flowers, Anna herself bright, and with all the evidences of well being.
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