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The door opened and Hilda Lightener tripped into the room. "Hello,
dad!" she said. "Surprise. ... I want to--" She stopped to look at
her father, and then at Ruth, crouched in her chair. "What's the
matter, dad?" Hilda asked. "You haven't been scaring this little
girl? If you have--" She paused threateningly.
"Oh, the devil!... I'll get out. You see if you can make her stop it.
Cuddle her, or something. I've done a sweet job of it. ... Miss
Frazer, this is my daughter. Er--I'm going away from here." And he
went, precipitately.
There was a brief silence; then Hilda laid her hand on Ruth's head.
"What's dad been doing to you?" she asked. "Scare you? His bark's a
heap sight worse than his bite."
"He--he's good," said Ruth, tearfully. "He was trying to be good to
me. ... I'm just upset--that's all. I'll be--all right in a moment."
But she was not all right in a moment. Her sobs increased. The
strain, the anxiety, a sleepless night of suffering--and the struggle
she had undergone to find the answer to Bonbright's question--had
tried her to the depths of her soul.


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