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And even she was forced to admit to herself that this last resource of hers was a slender reed on which to lean. . With trembling fingers she opened the post-bag. . It’s just to feel—one owns one’s self. "And yet—but it is only part of the chain of ill-luck that seems wound around me. Sheppard, bitterly. McClintock's initial revulsion was natural; he was an honest man. There was just a minute’s hesitation before they gave her a room. Never before had he seen a man like Enschede nor heard a voice like Ruth's.
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