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Then she went below. The boy doesn't know it, but I dug into his trunk for something to identify him and stumbled upon some manuscripts. Where was the harm in letting her go? She could not get far. But a man’s opposition always inclined her to the suffrage side; she had a curious feeling of loyalty in seeing the more aggressive women through. “Damned Rascal!” he said. The doctor turned quickly and made for the door, which he opened and shut gently because he was assured that Ruth was listening across the hall for any sign of violence. Her mother was a goddess to her all through her youth, the mysterious ruler of all things beautiful and wonderful and lunar, her eyes that glinted spectral blue, as if she had the knowledge and the magic to raise the very dead. “Dear friend,” she said, “this is a matter which you must leave to me to do as I think best. Here they remained till midnight when, calling for their reckoning and their steeds, they left the house.
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