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They are more base then the animals and cannot be suffered to live, do you understand?” She nodded. She had always had a wonderful ear for phrasing, even back in the days of the viol. But I don’t care; I haven’t a spark of shame. ’ She bit her lip, frowning. The less said, therefore, on this point the better; because, as nothing is to be gained by it, it would only be trouble thrown away. She went up-stairs and hesitated between four doors with ground-glass panes, each of which professed “The Women’s Bond of Freedom” in neat black letters. " Ruth had read from page to page in "The Child's Garden of Verse," generally unfamiliar to the admirers of Stevenson. She was flushed, and her eyes were bright and angry; her breath came sobbing, and her hair was all abroad in wandering strands of black. She held it away from her with an instinctive repulsion, born of her unconquerable antipathy to the touch of strangers. They trudged along a little hungry, because of the fruitarian refreshments, and mentally very active.
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