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She heard the ocean in the distance, waves crashing on the beach, high tide. For Ruth grew lovelier as the days went on. Besides, I do not want a price on my head. "Whose grave is this?" he inquired of a man who was standing near it. At the back of the house, on a bank, rose an old-fashioned terrace-garden, full of apple-trees and other fruittrees in blossom, and lively with the delicious verdure of early spring. Probably a sick man's whim.
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