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"No Blueskin, I perceive, Sir," he observed, in a deferential tone, as Wild entered the Lodge. Already Cosette was her chosen friend. She cleaned everything, wiped every surface, mopped and scrubbed every last drop of blood. The doctor's smile is singular; there is no other smile that reaches the same level. And as he gave back the portfolio to Sir Rowland he contrived, unobserved, to slip the precious document into his sleeve, and from thence into his pocket. Once more he begged; but as Ruth only repeated her sharp command, he spun about and raced toward the jungle. Only one penny—two copies—two pence—thank you, Sir. For a time she looked at no more apartments, and walked through gaunt and ill-cleaned streets, through the sordid under side of life, perplexed and troubled, ashamed of her previous obtuseness. .
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