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Ruth's mind was fertile soil; for a long time to come it would be something of a hothouse: green things would spring up and blossom overnight. "Mother—dear mother!" said Jack, bursting into tears. For freedom at least. ’ ‘Yes, but I’m afraid I am far too interested to stop mixing myself in your affairs,’ Gerald said ruefully. No wonder that Trenchard, as he gazed at this fearful being, should have some misgivings cross him. CHAPTER XII. It might be that the boy had taken one drink too many, or someone had given him knock-out drops. This morning I met him at the dock, and he wouldn't take the other fifty. Three times he uttered a phrase: "A djinn in a blue-serge coat!" And each time he would follow it with a chuckle—the chuckle of a soul in damnation. 1.
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