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The Wastrel, his eyes full of humorous evil, stood inside the room. As the novel grew Ruth was astonished to see herself enter and dominate it: sometimes as she actually was, with all her dreams reviewed—as if he had caught her talking in her sleep. They were standing face to face now upon the hearthrug. His red hair marked him, cut short into a round shape that had the texture of a Brillo pad. I can assure you, Anna, it will take me years to get decently established. "Poor thing!" muttered he, as the widow departed on her errand, "she's seen better days and better circumstances than she'll ever see again, I'm sure. See what you have made of me. 3. "Yes—what do you mean, Ma'am?" added Jack, staggering after her.
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