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. Covered with houses, from one end to the other, this reverend and picturesque structure presented the appearance of a street across the Thames. She held up the lamp. “And where,” he asked, “are my rivals?” “Deserters,” she answered, laughing. He was in misery; he was paying for last night's debauch. She was a clever girl, the best of her year in the High School, and she made a valiant fight for Somerville or Newnham but her father had met and argued with a Somerville girl at a friend’s dinner-table and he thought that sort of thing unsexed a woman. “I’m not a good woman. Instantly I knew that I was going to run away that night before he returned from the neighbouring island. The poor child! What frightful things she must have seen on that island of hers! The noise of crashing glass caused a diversion; and Ruth turned gratefully toward the sound.
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