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Ruth loved him. ’ He threw one arm across his own chest and clapped himself on the shoulder. ’ ‘Entirely English,’ said Gerald as one making a discovery. The tears were streaming down her face, her voice was thick with sobs. ‘Do you think I could endure to hear you prattling your abominable French in my ear day by day? Enough to drive me straight into my grave. On regaining his breath, he began to consider whither chance had led him; and, rubbing his eyes to clear his sight, he perceived a sombre pile, with a lofty tower and broad roof, immediately in front of him. ’ ‘Will you go back there?’ asked Gerald. A woman isn’t much freer—in reality. I want my freedom.
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