He had been dreaming of Ruth—an old recurrency of that dream he had had in Canton, of Ruth leading him to the top of the mountain. I was in hopes you'd be content with my hat and wig. " "I've heard of him," replied Jack, impatiently. ” “It is you,” he cried, “you, who are talking folly, when you speak of friendship between you and me.
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