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On the flags of a London square, some days later, Ruth repeated the sigh that had succeeded on Gallow Hill, and once more Christina asked her what was the matter.
"I was thinking," said Ruth with a confidence born of the former occasion, "that one day all this, too, would have been more or less yours."