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Eyebrows knitting, she looked towards the ground a few feet away from him, guiltily. “I wonder what he takes me for?” When presently she got down from the stile a certain note of internal conflict, a touch of doubt, had gone from her warm-tinted face. Ruth's emotion was a primitive joy: she was essential in this man's life, and she would always be happy because he would always be needing her. From all angles he was at a disadvantage—in weight, skill, endurance. You will never be able to draw. In his condition the boy apparently had been as safe as in the lock-up.
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