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We felt like thieves. That there would eventually be a lover Ruth knew; and she waited his appearance upon the scene, waited with an impatience which was both personal and literary. He had the same dark eyes, though lighted by a fierce flame; the same sallow complexion; the same tall, thin figure, and majestic demeanour; the same proud cast of features. ’ She moved quickly to the nearest bookcase, and listened intently to the sound of Jack’s voice.
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