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His advice was mostly practical. So Ruth took another step toward her destination, which we in our vanity call destiny. She began at once a hasty readjustment of her hair, while Ramage parleyed with inaudible interrogations. " "For mercy's sake, go on!" cried Winifred. “I wonder,” he said, and went off at a tangent. He sat with folded arms and knitted brows, thinking intently. "To be sure, it's not surprising the poor little thing should be so marked; for, when I lay in the women-felons' ward in Newgate, where he first saw the light, or at least such light as ever finds entrance into that gloomy place, I had nothing, whether sleeping or waking, but halters, and gibbets, and coffins, and such like horrible visions, for ever dancing round me! And then, you know, Sir—but, perhaps, you don't know that little Jack was born, a month before his time, on the very day his poor father suffered. Paul's, hanging like a black cloud in the air; and nearer to him he remarked the golden ball on the summit of the College of Physicians, compared by Garth to a "gilded pill.
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