"I love her.

I'm going to keep her.

Wait here a minute." When she came back she had the baby in her arms.

"Just look," she said softly.
George frowned, tried not to look, but was soon drawn and held by the sweet, fresh, blooming face, so smooth, so winning, so innocent.
"And think how she was sent back to life--from beyond the grave.
It must have been for some purpose." Warham groaned, "Oh, Lord, I don't know _what_ to do! But--it ain't fair to our Ruth." "I don't see it that way.

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