After he was gone in the morning, Ruth would steal into the study and hurriedly read what he had written the previous night. ‘Mad as hatters!’ ‘It is you who is mad,’ mademoiselle told him crossly. " "Oh! let me die," groaned the widow. He did not want Ruth to see his own stricken countenance; nor did he care to see hers, ravaged by tears.
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