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That he was immolating Ruth on the altar of his conscience never broke in upon his thought for consideration. On a high chair behind a raised counter the stipendiary’s substitute regarded her malevolently over his glasses. “It is in your hands from now on, Shar. ” She paused again. Parbleu, but must she do this all through the house? Evidently she must, for not only could she not properly see the paintings and portraits that hung on the walls, but she was in imminent danger of bumping into the sheet-shrouded furniture. "Call as you please, beloved girl," he cried, "I will not stir till I am answered. Already he was dramatizing Ruth, involving her, now in some pearl thieving adventure, now in some impossible tale of a white goddess.
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