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Horrible memories of things seen beneath the microscope of the baser forms of life crawled across her mind and set her shuddering with imagined irritations. Sorry I’m a bit late the first evening. It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron. How long he sat there, reeling off this drivel, he never knew.
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