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But his own ferocity was less now that she was disarmed. " "Shall I tell you a real story?" "Something you have seen?" "Yes. “If I sit here,” he said, standing up before her abruptly, “I shall have to shout. I must tell somebody—and you would understand. Here was the same Ruth who had left him a few minutes since: the same outwardly; and yet…! On the ninth day Spurlock was up and about; that is, he was strong enough to walk alone, from the companion to his chair, to lean upon the rail when the chair grew irksome, to join Ruth and his employer at lunch and dinner: strong enough to argue about books, music, paintings. “And what was that dreadful confession you had to make?” he was saying.
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