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“You heard no pistol-shot?” “None. “My God!” he said again. Thames returned no answer. That he was immolating Ruth on the altar of his conscience never broke in upon his thought for consideration. Having no more patience, I drew you aside to give you a compliment on your radiant beauty. Its heroes never had daughters, they borrowed other people’s. That’s probably true.
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