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"Give me the link," cried Jonathan. To many in that crowded solitude it came as an extraordinary relief. Spurlock snatched the check out of Ruth's hands and ran to the window. We have to hang about in the interval. But, say we're friends. He leaned towards her, laid his hand tenderly upon hers. He wore a battered sunhelmet, a loin-cloth and a pair of dilapidated canvas shoes. " "But I'm used to that, Hoddy," she said, eagerly.
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