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To dream and to labour: to you, my labour; to Ruth, my dreams. But they cut it all off. " After all those former bitter failures, this cup was sweet, even if there was the flavour of irony. I want to leave Paris to-day—this very day. You, sir,” he added, turning to Brendon, “had better take my card round to the police station in Werner Street and ask that Detective Dorling be sent round here at once on urgent business. I can fairly understand Ruth; but you…!" "Have you ever been so lonely that the soul of you cried in anguish? Twentyfour hours a day to think in, alone?… Perhaps I did not want to go mad from loneliness. Do not waste time in vain regrets, but let us remove the body, that we may fulfil her last injunctions.
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