"You poor child!" Prudence took Ruth's hands in her own. She rapped again, louder. A hazy face appeared through the fog of sleep, pale and thin and looming. He saw his father, calling to him from an icy white tunnel, beckoning to him. “I might return the compliment, Courtlaw,” he answered, “by asking why the devil you come lurching on to the pavement like a drunken man. “Why destroy me, child? There are so many secrets I 231 could tell you.
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