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The windows were small, and strongly grated, looking, in front, on Kendrick Yard, and, at the back, upon the spacious burial-ground of Saint Giles's Church. The idea of Ruth as a talisman against misfortune—which he now recognized as a sick man's idea— faded as his appreciation of the absurd reasserted itself. “I was born there. Our mutual safety requires it. Men ought not to idealize any woman. I can decide for myself. But Jonathan, fixing a terrible look upon him, cried. Most subjects of any depth were taboo between them, especially when they were in his convertible.
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