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It would be the wrappered world almost at its best. After a while, he raised his eyes; and, if their glance could have been witnessed at the moment, it could not have been easily forgotten. Perhaps her odd beauty—and that too was natural—stirred these thoughts into being. She had lost her nerve, and there was no more freedom in London for her that night. Presently he heard her voice. That he was immolating Ruth on the altar of his conscience never broke in upon his thought for consideration. " "Who cares if we do?" retorted Sheppard, with a look of defiance. He reappeared in street clothes, his cropped hair not even damp from the shower, fresh-faced and sweetsmelling. Too late.
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