He was still flashily dressed, with much obvious jewellery and the shiniest of patent boots, but his general bearing and appearance had altered for the worse. Even though I knew you’d no one else to care. Your face has flitted out of my watch-fire, and then I have been a haunted man. That he was immolating Ruth on the altar of his conscience never broke in upon his thought for consideration.
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