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Her pulses began to race. Ruth crossed over to the dramatist of this tragicomedy and put a hand on his shoulder. He refrained from pointing out that the case would be exactly the same if she was not a lady. Just sit down on that stool again and let’s talk of this in cold blood. “You have the temperament,” he said. He saw the girl, and sprang up in bed. It was a large, littered, self-forgetful apartment, decorated with unframed charcoal sketches by various incipient masters; and an open bookcase, surmounted by plaster casts and the half of a human skull, displayed an odd miscellany of books—Shaw and Swinburne, Tom Jones, Fabian Essays, Pope and Dumas, cheek by jowl. Everything in his favour—the luck of the gods! The only white men were miles down the coast. That would come later.
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