My wife—killed me. . ’ A wary look came over her face, and Roding intervened. Mind you don't stir till supper's over. He had been dreaming of Ruth—an old recurrency of that dream he had had in Canton, of Ruth leading him to the top of the mountain. Both girls looked pale and listless. What has been the matter?” “Toothache,” he answered laconically.
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