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” “I knew it,” Ennison exclaimed. She saw her discarded nun’s habit still on the floor and scooped it up. The sing-song girl, seeing Ruth, extended her hands and began to chatter rapidly. His interest was divided: while his ears drank in the sounds, his glance constantly roved from Ruth to the performer and back to Ruth. Jonathan Wild must have stolen it from her. You are going to accept a post as chorus girl, or super, or something of that sort. “I think that I know very well what I am saying,” she answered. Her figure, though slight, had all the fulness of health; and her complexion—still pale, but without its former sickly cast,—contrasted agreeably, by its extreme fairness, with the dark brows and darker lashes that shaded eyes which, if they had lost some of their original brilliancy, had gained infinitely more in the soft and chastened lustre that replaced it.
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