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Even in her painting smock and with her disarranged hair, the likeness between the two girls was marvellous. “That beast of a fellow is certain to be hanging about. To dream and to labour: to you, my labour; to Ruth, my dreams. I'll show you the Shamien; and we can talk all we want. There was nothing to replace the all important letter from her father. She had never been "My child" or "My dear"; always her name—Ruth. She tried to imagine the collective effect of the Fadden Ball; she had never seen a fancy-dress gathering in her life.
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