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Least of all myself. Rank ingratitude, I call it. ‘There’s a surgeon on his way, and my men are under orders to do whatever is needful. “I’m sorry. You're easy to please. He had been dreaming of Ruth—an old recurrency of that dream he had had in Canton, of Ruth leading him to the top of the mountain. The twists in his brain had suddenly straightened out; he was normal, wholly himself; and he knew now exactly what he had done. Why should I peep at it through smoked glass to see things that don’t affect me?” He smiled his delight at his companion. I don’t suggest any philanthropy. Still unconscious of anything he did physically.
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