"My own father!" Queerly the room and its objects receded and vanished; and there intervened a series of mental pictures that so long as she lived would ever be recurring. . Every eye seemed focussed upon her; and yet she had known the sensation to be the conceit of her imagination. Before a word could be said, however, a slight noise was heard in the chimney, and Jack with his irons on descended from it. Ruth flashed in and out of the sunshine; and he took note of the radiant nimbus above her head each time the sunshine touched her hair.
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