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There was still the pity of understanding in Ruth's eyes. Wood then took to his heels, and never once looked behind him till he reached his own dwelling in Wych Street. The mortal youth in him, then, was fascinated, the thinker, the poet; from all sides Ruth attacked him, innocently. 3. . She took a deep breath. He looked eager and flushed and troubled. Here was an appalling fact: all her previous loneliness had been trifling beside that which now encompassed her and would for years to come. "In this pit," he added, pointing to the chasm below, "your brother is buried.
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