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Daily contact with actual human beings all the more inclined her toward the imaginative. It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron. His analytical bent saved him many times, though he was not sensitive to this. They then swiftly mounted the stairs, and stopped before the audience-chamber. "Will you plead?" demanded Wild, harshly. "My father!" she whispered.
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