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What sort of a standard of life yours may be I do not know, yet in your heart you know very well that every word you have spoken to me has been a veiled insult, every time you have come into my presence has been an outrage. " So saying, she retired, and Jack entered the cell. His breath grew shallower as he approached the room, conscious of the loudness of his hallway-reverberated footfalls. Ruth did not resent the use of her mind and body in this tale of adventure. She did not know herself.
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