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A bobbing lantern, crossing the bridge—for she had not drawn the curtain—attracted her attention. And, fearing you might not come to me, I forced my way hither, even with certainty of discomposing your friends. ’ Gerald remained infuriatingly calm. "I'm going back for Ruth.
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