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John, I have something to say to you. The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. On this second excursion, forewarned, she would use no light and keep as quiet as a mouse, she vowed, and thus refrain from attracting the attention of the militia at the gates. She regarded him coldly, as though wondering whether he had anything further to say. "You open it, Ruth. Never mind. She is known everywhere within the radius of five hundred miles. "And you have seen … drunken men?" Prudence's tones were full of suppressed horror. Now I’d like the rest of your story. As for himself, there had never been a touch of it.
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