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You're luck. All the same, I don’t admit it. "Be silent," said Jonathan, striding deliberately into the room; "these cries will avail you nothing. Wood. Quite ordinary. Here was the same Ruth who had left him a few minutes since: the same outwardly; and yet…! On the ninth day Spurlock was up and about; that is, he was strong enough to walk alone, from the companion to his chair, to lean upon the rail when the chair grew irksome, to join Ruth and his employer at lunch and dinner: strong enough to argue about books, music, paintings. An acute sense of living was in her veins, even the taste of her wine seemed magical. Don't be afraid, man,—off with it.
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