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But I was sorry for poor Jack—as I am still, and hoped he would mend. We have lived under the same roof, but our ways seem to have lain wide apart. I didn't think. I want to give myself to you. I’ve had it, Sheila. The slack cloth of her habit caught on a curlicue in the carved back of the pew in front, pulling her suddenly about. It was a copy of the pencil sketch taken of him nine years ago by Winifred, and awakened a thousand tender recollections. So, step by step, and hurt by hurt, Ruth was learning that John Smith was John Smith and nobody else.
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