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"Hark 'ee, Ben," said the old sailor, knocking the ashes from his pipe upon the hob; "you may try, but dash my timbers if you'll ever cross the Thames to-night. So Ruth returned to her room and sorted the books and magazines the doctor had loaned her, inspected the titles and searched for pictures. At least here she was safe. "Where is he, then?" demanded the other, hastily. It was hard to part with romance, but she had never thirsted so keenly to go on with her University work in her life as she did that day. He removed his cocked hat and came towards her. If you forget your sex, jade, I must forget mine.
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