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Do you expect me, I wonder. Many a black veil hid a high-born dame, and the religious habit was no protection. That there would eventually be a lover Ruth knew; and she waited his appearance upon the scene, waited with an impatience which was both personal and literary. ’ Gerald raised his brows. She knew the significance: the red corpuscle was being burnt out by the fires of alcohol.
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