She had never been "My child" or "My dear"; always her name—Ruth. A white man, wandering about the streets of Canton at night, was a challenge to such a catastrophe. ‘Nothing would do for her but to come here,’ grumbled Hilary, wiping his heated brow with a pocket handkerchief dragged from his immaculate white uniform breeches. Sheppard, relieved by their departure, and giving way to a passionate flood of tears; "were it not for my child, I should wish to be in the place of that unfortunate lady. She was a swan among geese, trying to look plain and dowdy. Loving was better than that. Besides the table close by loaded with books, there was a central table with upright chairs around, covered in a multitude of papers, inks and quills, and assorted unrelated items such as playing cards. Can't I make you see?" "But I'm telling you Ruth loves you.
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