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"Ah!" he exclaimed, in a tone of anguish. ‘Come,’ she called. She had better escape if she can. Ruth drank in these intellectual controversies, storing away facts. I love you all the more for the streak of sheer devil in you. She was tired, hungry—and thus somewhat impatient for the food Mrs Ibstock might bring—and downcast. All was darkness, horror, confusion, ruin.
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