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There was only one clean spot in the picture—the ship's wash (all white) that fluttered on a line stretched between the two masts. Fifteen from forty is twenty-five. Dieu du ciel, what was it? She turned slowly, listening for the direction of the sound. But Ruth was his woman, and he had sworn to God to defend her. For a time she looked at no more apartments, and walked through gaunt and ill-cleaned streets, through the sordid under side of life, perplexed and troubled, ashamed of her previous obtuseness. ” She replied. “Thanks, Mister McCloskey. “I have been very selfish,” she declared. .
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