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The white haze of poison clouded her eyes. “Your mother was a Gypsy. “You shall drive home with me in a hansom, if you will. The problem had returned, made gigantic by the possibility of Ruth's love. ToC After running to some distance down Seacoal Lane, Jack stopped to give a last look at the vehicle which was bearing away the remains of his beloved and illfated mother. For a time she could scarcely believe he was gone. Still —there you are!” He paused. "My friends, Mr. “Hey, John.
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