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She fell with a plop onto her rear end in the mud and sat dumbly like a statue, water eddying around her. It had ceased now, but as he closed in on the area, a faint muttering came to his ears. Every window, from the groundfloor to the garret had its occupant, and the roofs were covered with spectators. ’ ‘Damn you, I should have beaten you,’ Gerald swore, holding fast to his corner of the little square of linen. The sing-song girl, seeing Ruth, extended her hands and began to chatter rapidly.
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