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All his interest in Ruth, all his care and solicitude, could now be translated into a single word—love. I'm burning up. Wild's busy. She could smell his cologne underneath his collar, or perhaps his aftershave. It was also cold, and dark, for there had been no time to light the lantern. ” “And you?” asked David Courtlaw. Jack paused for a moment, and found that his own adventures formed the subject of the ballad. But it is my fault.
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