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Stop it. But his treasured dream lay shattered at his feet. The slack cloth of her habit caught on a curlicue in the carved back of the pew in front, pulling her suddenly about. Gold-handled, too. He would repeat them innumerable times, and patiently Ruth would repeat her answers. The easel and palette having been packed up, and the canvass carefully removed by Austin, the party took leave of the prisoner, who was so much abstracted that he scarcely noticed their departure. The lamp was not yet lit, and in the dim light he bent forward as though trying to look into her averted face.
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