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Their conversation hung. "Speak plainly. "You poor child!" Prudence took Ruth's hands in her own. My destiny, I am afraid, is going to lead me into the ruts. “You need have no further trouble. They were all stout ill-favoured men, attired in the regular jail-livery of scratch wig and snuff-coloured suit; and had all a strong family likeness to each other. The drunken beachcombers; the one-sided education; the utter loneliness of a white child without playfellows, human or animal, without fairy stories, who for days was left alone while the father visited neighbouring islands, these pictures sank far below their actual importance. Her eyes filled as she thought of him, the image of his laughing countenance coming into her mind, to be swiftly followed by a vision of the blood running from his cut hand. Ennison started and looked anxiously at Anna.
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