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CHAPTER XXVII. "To me?" gasped Winifred. But nobody drinks on my island unless I offer it, which is seldom. The chief of these was a figure of Liberty, with a cat at her feet, in allusion to the supposed origin of the fortunes of its former founder, Sir Richard Whittington. Ramage. She had never been "My child" or "My dear"; always her name—Ruth.
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