" "Why not?" "I am a thief, a hunted man. " "But, Lord, man!—don't you ever get lonesome?" "Don't you?" "I'm too busy. Thus, more and more Ruth turned to the mongrel dog who bore the name of Rollo unflinchingly—the dog that adored her openly, shamelessly, who now without a whimper took his diurnal tubbing. Think! You could not have done it. I was the last on board. These and her general preparations had perhaps a certain disproportion.
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