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Immeasurable disgust possessed her. His arms were naturally big and his chest was covered with a smattering of soft hairs. “How I am to earn enough sous for my dinner to-morrow—or failing that, what I can sell. With such qualifications as she possessed, two chief channels of employment lay open, and neither attracted her, neither seemed really to offer a conclusive escape from that subjection to mankind against which, in the person of her father, she was rebelling. He nodded silently, too full for words. Even in this dread moment Ruth was conscious of a pathetic interest in the scattering pencils. And then—this sudden thrust. If you attempt to play the traitor, you will do so at the hazard of your life.
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