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CHAPTER XXIII Next morning Ruth did not refer to the episode on the sands of the lagoon. Then for the first time she was conscious of an unaccountable and terrifying sensation. It was a neat, efficient-looking room, with a writing-table placed with a business-like regard to the window, and a bookcase surmounted by a pig’s skull, a dissected frog in a sealed bottle, and a pile of shiny, black-covered note-books. Listen, it is I. She had always loved babies, like you! We ran away to the Barbars, back then, the land of the barbarian North. "If I had, you'd not have seen me here," replied Jack, sullenly. It would be useless to tell her to go back, even heartless; and yet he could not advise her to go on, blindly, not knowing whether her aunt was dead or alive.
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