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“He has a stubbly yellow moustache, weak eyes, and great horrid hands. She drifted, via Theobald’s Road, obliquely toward the region about Titchfield Street. “Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure about that. Ennison’s signet-ring had cut nearly to the bone. Gerald stayed him. The cloth was removed, and Wood, drawing the table as near the window as possible—for it was getting dusk —put on his spectacles, and opened that sacred volume from which the best consolation in affliction is derived, and left the lovers—for such they may now be fairly termed—to their own conversation. I ought to stay the night through; but I'm late now for an operation at the hospital. There was still in his heart that fierce anger which demands physical expression; but he had to consider Ruth in all phases. .
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