She had never been "My child" or "My dear"; always her name—Ruth. A deep dread calm, like that which precedes a thunderstorm, now prevailed amongst the assemblage. Before Wood had time to inquire into the cause of this sound, his attention was diverted by a man, who rushed past the entry with the swiftness of desperation.
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