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Ruth sighed; Spurlock stood up and drew his hand across his forehead as if awakening from a dream. He could not tell by the look of her whether she was glad or sorry that presently she would be free. "So, stir your stumps, Saint Giles; and, if you mean to lock us up, use despatch. \"Do not tell me that you have not asked her yet, fool, or I will be forced to dump the rest of that soda over your head. And two other ladies. "The part was crooked," she explained. "I can't hold it much longer—it'll break my wrist. If I could but——” To escape from her thoughts she began to undress, humming a light tune to herself, though her eyes were hot with unshed tears, and the sobs kept rising in her throat.
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