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Just because she was sorry for that young fool! "Uh-huh," he repeated, rising and bowing as he passed Ruth's table. ’ Gerald considered. He could remember when women laid away their gowns in lavender—as this girl's mother had. There was a tearing sound as the canvas gave way, and the precious portrait ripped apart as the top of the Frenchman’s head came through it. "Let it pass. I am an old friend, and I declined to be shelved. But d—n him! let's talk o' something more agreeable. Then she called a hansom and drove home. Now he would take her away from the house before killing her, and no one would find her body at all. The birds were singing blithely amid the trees,—the lowing of the cows resounded from the yard,—a delicious perfume from the garden was wafted through the open window,—at a distance, the church-bells of Willesden were heard tolling for evening service. Brutes! They are the brute still with us! Science some day may teach us a way to do without them. He laughed lightly.
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