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" "Well, I've a job open; but I don't want you to get the wrong idea of it. Single pearls— Lord knows where they come from!—are always turning up, some of them of fine lustre; but I never set eyes on them. Austin could scarcely credit his senses when he beheld him. There was a look in her eyes which puzzled him. She would never look squarely at these dream forms that mocked the social order in which she lived, never admit she listened to the soft whisperings in her ear. Yet he was in a state of hopeless bewilderment. This left Spurlock alone. She would always be going to and fro up the Avenue, getting glimpses of Ramage, seeing him in trains.
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