"Where?" "That can wait," she answered. "Ruth?" Silence for a moment. The spring can't be opened on this side. One point in her narrative stood out beyond all others. Piano wire, stained with black rust from the horrible deeds she had committed. There was the cottage she had inhabited for so many years,—in those fields she had rambled,—at that church she had prayed. "This locket," he said, taking a little ornament attached to a black ribband from his breast, and giving it her,—"do you remember it?" "I do—I do!" cried Winifred.
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