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Read that letter, Thames—my lord marquis, I mean. Unless there was some real metal in the young fool, some hidden strength with which to breast the current, Ruth would become a millstone around his neck and soon he would become to her an object of pity and contempt. In each corner stood a stout square post reaching to the ceiling. You’re the only person I’ve really given good, straight, unselfish thought to. The world is known to you. ” “Oh, you mean Mr. During the previous night he had been restless; and in the lonely dragging hours his thoughts had raced in an endless circle—action without progress.
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