She laughed a little contemptuously. Well might she do so, Gerald thought in irritation. She caught her finger in the lock and had to ask him to help pry it out. ’ She dropped to her knees before her old nurse and hugged the workroughened hand with both her own, looking up into Martha’s face where slow tears were tracing down her cheek. It was the blood she found that cemented her decision that her foster daughter was a criminal. Better come another morning. It is quite light yet, and I want to have one more look at that angry red sun. " "You are the kindest man I have ever known," said Ruth, unashamed of her tears. Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved.
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