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ToC The ward into which Jack was endeavouring to break was called the Red Room, from the circumstance of its walls having once been painted in that colour; all traces of which had, however, long since disappeared. Somebody to whom she would be necessary, who for days would have to depend upon her for the needs of life. " "I will not attempt to combat your resolution, Jack," returned Thames, after a pause. So, step by step, and hurt by hurt, Ruth was learning that John Smith was John Smith and nobody else. “Won’t you give me your address?” She shook her head.
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