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Vexation at his folly in suffering himself to be thus entrapped kept Wood for a short time silent. ’ He received a glare from his captive. So perfect was the illusion, that he could almost fancy he heard the solemn voice of the ordinary warning him that his race was nearly run, and imploring him to prepare for eternity. He would repeat them innumerable times, and patiently Ruth would repeat her answers. \" Lucy said. Everything in his favour—the luck of the gods! The only white men were miles down the coast. What had she to do with such as these? She had hard work to keep a smiling face, as Mrs.
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