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The study seemed absolutely unaltered, there was still the same lamp with a little chip out of the shade, still the same gas fire, still the same bundle of blue and white papers, it seemed, with the same pink tape about them, at the elbow of the arm-chair, still the same father. "Your son," replied Jack,—"your miserable, repentant son. “I wonder if there is!” said Capes, and paused, and then bent down over the boy who wore his hair like Russell. If ever the denouement came—if ever the Hand reached him—Ruth would then understand why he had rebuffed all her tender advances. Suddenly, such a shout as has seldom smitten human ears rent the air. She enjoyed preparing the evening meals, the smells of potatoes roasting in the oven, the stink of onions in the pan, the crackle of chicken frying. “Why not? They tell me that London is impossible till after ten, and I want my first impressions to be favourable.
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