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‘She wormed it out of me, the little fiend. " Ruth turned back toward the stairs. Perhaps you'll give me in return some token, by which I may remind you of this occurrence, in case we meet again. It was filled with sopping lichens and green benches too slimy to sit upon. “It was not necessary,” Sir John answered stiffly.
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