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” “And no one else—has a key?” “I believe,” she said, “that that man must have one. All his interest in Ruth, all his care and solicitude, could now be translated into a single word—love. Infested by every description of vagabond and miscreant, it was, perhaps, a few degrees worse than the rookery near Saint Giles's and the desperate neighbourhood of Saffron Hill in our own time. The only safe place for him is at sea; and if he had kept to the sea, I shouldn't have found him so easily. He misstated her age and address; but you can’t get home on him for a thing like that. You can’t look me in the eyes and say you don’t care for me.
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