"My coat!" Ruth did not move but stared astonishedly at the patient. “You’ll be there, right?” She asked, hearing his breathing audibly jump. The glass in the windows was broken—the roof unthatched—the walls dilapidated. “What have you been doing since our last talk? Still cutting up rabbits and probing into things? I’ve often thought of that talk of ours—often. " "I don't care if he is," rejoined Thames, boldly.
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