‘Laisse-moi,’ she threw at him, her brief attack of sobs already ended, although the trace of tears on her cheeks bore witness to its sincerity. She had never been "My child" or "My dear"; always her name—Ruth. I hate myself!” She collapsed to the floor, sobbing. "I can't say I do," replied Wood. He has a grand time. Mr. Her mother tried to soothe her with tales of romance and love, of all the fineries that she would enjoy in the Palazzo, but all Lucia could do was cry until her cheeks twitched and her forehead ached. “There is some one else whom I care for!” He laughed hardly. Whenever she came upon the obliterated word and paused, her father would say: "Faith.
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