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“I am afraid that you are making a mistake,” she said. Nobody will ever know what the fleas thought. Once more he begged; but as Ruth only repeated her sharp command, he spun about and raced toward the jungle. His thoughts, indeed, were too painful for utterance, and so acute were his feelings, that, for some time, they quite overcame him. You don't notice the heat; but it is always there, pressing down. I will be as silent as the grave. ’ ‘Don’t call me by name,’ she snapped. There was a wall; she was always encountering it; the one time she was able to break through this wall was when the part in his hair was crooked.
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