Give me that precious charge," he added, snatching the bundle from Wood. Annabel, tell me that you did not wish me dead. Her mother was a goddess to her all through her youth, the mysterious ruler of all things beautiful and wonderful and lunar, her eyes that glinted spectral blue, as if she had the knowledge and the magic to raise the very dead. But recently he had asked God to pile it all on him; and God had added this, with a fresh portion for Ruth. I made a wrong choice, it seems—but my voice remains. At least that, I think, is what makes a clever woman’s independent career so much more difficult than a clever man’s. “The fellow is not such a blackguard, after all. . .
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