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He could not pull her soul apart now to satisfy that queer absorbing, delving thing which was his literary curiosity; he had put her outside that circle. "It gladdens me to hear you talk thus, Joan," said Wood, in a voice of much emotion, while his eyes filled with tears, "and more than repays me for all I have done for you. “It is not possible,” he exclaimed. You understand me, sirrah?" "Perfectly," replied Jack. “Of course he may merely have been telling her who we were, but I think it improbable. So, step by step, and hurt by hurt, Ruth was learning that John Smith was John Smith and nobody else. He stood on the top step for a moment, lost in deep thought. ‘Think I’m fool enough to do my business in a convent?’ he said scornfully. He was always word-building, a metaphorist, lavish with singing adjectives; but often he built in confusion because it was difficult to describe something beautiful in a new yet simple way. "And so you'll turn highwayman, will you, you young dog?" continued the carpenter, cuffing him soundly,—"rob the mails, like Jack Hall, I suppose.
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