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‘Come inside at once, child. 26 His duties were to make certain that she was eating right and not exposing herself to foul odors and cold drafts. He went over her features one by one in his mind. He felt that he might soon be separated—perhaps, for ever—from the fond little creature he held in his arms, whom he had always regarded with the warmest fraternal affection, and the thought of how much she would suffer from the separation so sensibly affected him, that he could not help joining in her grief. They found Ruth reading to Spurlock, whose shoulders and head were propped by pillows. I hated the stuff. He could not kiss Ruth because the acquired conscience—struggling on its way to limbo—made the idea repellant. For heaven’s sake, give him some Madeira or something, Gerald! Anything to calm him down. Coarse as were the ruffian's notions of feminine beauty, he could not be insensible to the surpassing loveliness of the fair creature, who had thus solicited his attention.
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