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He's a Welshman, and I wouldn't for a trifle that any accident befel him. ‘So now you will please to go away and leave me to my business. ” “It is Number 8, Cavendish Square,” she answered simply. “I—I am sorry—I didn’t explain. “I am not dependent upon any one. Picked up the photograph, looked at it, handed it back, and never batted an eye! The act was as clear as daylight, but the motive was as profoundly mysterious as the race itself. "The ban-dogs!" thundered a tall man, whose stature and former avocations had procured him the nickname of "The long drover of the Borough market. "What is it?" "Can't you see? Together, down there; you and I!… As my wife! Both of us, never to be lonely again!… Will you marry me, Ruth?" As many a wiser woman had done, Ruth mistook thrilling eagerness for love.
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