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“I don’t think she will,” she said. He handed Ruth a letter. Langley is getting up, and coming this way. She had unaccountable gleams of sympathy with and liking for him. I feel at moments as though I could bolt for it. ‘Leave it, imbecile. She could smell the savory tinge of his sweat in the air. The dog was, in a sense, a gift of the gods.
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