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She was glad when he went on: “I want to be your city of refuge from every sort of bother. "All life is a muddle, and we are all muddlers, more or less. Lucia, you will come to love me and all the blessings of the Lord that marriage brings. I only wish he was not a Papist and a Jacobite. " So Ruth heard about the poets; she became tolerably familiar with the exploits of that engaging ruffian Cellini; she heard of the pathetic deafness of Beethoven; she was thrilled, saddened, exhilarated; and on the evening of the twelfth day she made bold to enter the talk. He pressed the bloody wrist into her mouth, and she though she could not feel it or 72 control it, she knew she was being made to swallow.
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