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“Why—it’s—it’s you!” Amazement seemed to dry up the torrents of his speech. For Ruth was in love, tenderly and beautifully in love; but she did not know how to express it beyond the fetch and carry phase. “Look here, father,” she said, with a change in her voice, “suppose I won’t stand it?” He regarded her as though this was a new idea. ' But, gentlemen, though they talked so largely, and looked so fiercely, they did not do it; they did not hang the bailiffs; and where are they?" "Ay, where are they?" echoed the company with indignant derision. “Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure about that. Then she called a hansom and drove home. So I come round the other way and—Lordy, miss, I’m that sorry I made a mull of it. ‘All so long ago and my memory ain’t what it was. Jack turned away with an aching heart.
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