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I can never be grateful enough. On the same peg and evidently belonging to it was a black velvet Zouave jacket. The Scot understood that, gently and indirectly, Ruth was asking her husband a question, opening a door if he cared to enter. There was no one else in the doorway. "He hash eshcaped!" cried the Jew. Why? He could preach the Word and deny Love!—tame the savage heart, succour broken white men!—pray with his face strained with religious fervour! The idea made her dizzy because it was so inexplicable. A smile flickered upon her lips as she glanced towards Brendon, who was very serious indeed.
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