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“I was sick of the make-believe. ’ ‘You surprise me. She hung about his chair, followed him to the door, touched his sleeve timidly, all the while striving to pronounce the words which refused to rise to her tongue. I had gone further than I meant to—with some Englishmen. " At luncheon, preoccupied in thought, Spurlock did not notice the pallor on Ruth's cheeks or the hunted look in her eyes. "Aw, piffle!" he said, half aloud and rather disgustedly, as he stepped out into the sunshine. It isn’t because you’re good, but because I may be rotten bad; and there’s something—something living and understanding in you. A dozen books lay upon the counterpane. So, bloody but unbeaten, weak and spent but undaunted, he waited for the Wastrel to spring up. You must come back.
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