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They found Ruth reading to Spurlock, whose shoulders and head were propped by pillows. He had shaved his side-whiskers and come over in flannels, but he was still indisputably the same person who had attended Ann Veronica for the measles and when she swallowed the fish-bone. "So, the Mohocks have been at work, I perceive," remarked Quilt, as he drew near the group. “Indeed, no,” he answered. Wood, who were, furthermore, engaged in a little conjugal tête-à-tête of their own. “I suppose all life is an affair of chances. I was stupid—stupid and impulsive beyond measure to burst upon you in this way. Andrew's church, the bell of which was tolling, was covered with spectators.
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