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“But I must, I will,” he answered fiercely. Ruth will be a gold mine for a man of your peculiar bent. A lean young man in spectacles pursued her for some time, crying “Courage! Courage!” Somebody threw a dab of mud at her, and some of it got down her neck. She tucked the mission Bible under her arm, and crooking a finger at Rollo, went forth to the west beach where the sou'-west surge piled up muddily, burdened with broken spars, crates, boxes, and weeds. Marry me. Outside the door stood one of the soldiers. Nobody will ever know what the fleas thought.
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