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There was still the pity of understanding in Ruth's eyes. About nine o'clock, an immense mob collected before the Lodge at Newgate. The place was gloomy, with its darkly panelled walls, but it was sparsely furnished. He had not to wait long. Had she not seen them go forth with tracts in their pockets and grins in their beards? To set fire to his imagination, to sting his sense of chivalry into being, to awaken his manhood, she must present some irresistible project. It was clear that he meant to kiss her before she exited the car. “I hate you because you are the Devil! Rot in Hell!” She was shocked at her own accusation, how she had savored the words.
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