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The candle was shaking in his hand as Ruth appeared in the doorway. "Goodness only knows what he's reserved for," rejoined the widow in a desponding tone; "but if Mynheer Van Galgebrok, whom I met last night at the Cross Shovels, spoke the truth, little Jack will never die in his bed. She was particularly charmed by his theory of friendship.
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