Loneliness—something that was almost physical: as if the vitality had been taken out of the air she breathed. "Not a single whooper-upter! Nothing but torment and remorse … and Ruth! Children, put your arms around me. She tried for her usual confident tone, but only succeeded in sounding gruff, even to her own ears. Here was an instrument which might be of the greatest service to him in accomplishing his design. His eyes were bright with the hunt. They had not proceeded far when a low moan was heard.
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