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The Times slipped from his fingers. The mortal youth in him, then, was fascinated, the thinker, the poet; from all sides Ruth attacked him, innocently. No trouble will ever come to your sister through me. She evolved a dim image of herself cooped up in a house under the benevolent shadow of Mr. " "Nay, if you're bent upon this folly," observed Wild, who appeared to have his own reasons for humouring the lad, "I shan't hinder you.
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