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‘Not in the open street. ’ ‘Gammon!’ burst from the captain, who had just tossed off a glass of Madeira. There was no disgust in Ruth's heart, only an infinite pity; for only the pitiful understand. I can’t explain—” They regarded one another, each blinded to the other. Each one had been different from the others, each had had a quality all its own, a distinctive freshness, a distinctive beauty.
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