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V. " "I have. " The Wastrel tried to reach Ruth's lips. The next few hours will tell. I've seen many a clever cracksman, but never one like him. She had a gold watch, a very good gold watch that had been her mother’s, a pearl necklace that was also pretty good, some unpretending rings, some silver bangles and a few other such inferior trinkets, three pounds thirteen shillings unspent of her dress and book allowance and a few good salable books. He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt, crashing music. He stood there, large and dark, enunciating, in his clear voice from beneath his large mustache, clear flat sentences, deliberately kindly. ’ A peal of laughter came from the girl.
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