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" "That boy'll never rest till he finds his vay to Bridewell," observed Sharples. " He offered cigars, and Ruth got up. We mustn’t make it so. ’ She grimaced. They made a stratum into which Ann Veronica was now plunged up to her neck; it had become her stratum. I didn’t realize—I don’t see how I can get out of it now. After he was gone in the morning, Ruth would steal into the study and hurriedly read what he had written the previous night. And now I break the seals—for you. Then, presto! What a dreary lot they are when the revellers lay aside the motley! Ruth had come from a far South Sea isle. “What were you trying to do?” Lucy asked.
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