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Earles drew out his cheque book. To dream and to labour: to you, my labour; to Ruth, my dreams. ’ ‘Parbleu,’ exclaimed the girl, jumping up in some dudgeon. I’ll protect you!” He cried. Ennison?” “He spoke to me, thinking that I was you,” Anna answered. He was suddenly calm. CHAPTER XXX. " The Wastrel advanced. Then, presto! What a dreary lot they are when the revellers lay aside the motley! Ruth had come from a far South Sea isle. It was a port of call, since fortnightly a British mail-boat dropped her mudhook in the bay. We are off for a second honeymoon.
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