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The following morning found him in the doctor's waiting room, a black cigar turning unlighted in his teeth. She seemed to assume that it must certainly be something she had said. His face fell. " He passed it over; and Ruth read: To be opened in case of my death and the letter inside forwarded to the address thereon. Besides these plunderers, there were others with whom the disposal of their pillage necessarily brought them into contact, and who seldom failed to attend them during their hours of relaxation and festivity;—to wit, dealers in junk, old rags, and marine stores, purchasers of prize-money, crimps, and Jew receivers. “Why not?” “Because you are mine. Gently each time Ruth drew down the arms.
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