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For four hours he had
shifted his own troubles to the shoulders of these imaginative characters. She's my mealticket. ” She gazed at him. He was a small, dark, reserved man, with a large inflexiblelooking convex forehead, and his wife was very pink and high-spirited, with one
of those chins that pass insensibly into a full, strong neck. She just sat and told me that was her arrangement. That he was immolating Ruth on the altar of his conscience never broke in upon
his thought for consideration. He brightened as she took off her hood. "
"Leave you!" echoed the ruffian, with a contemptuous laugh; "—not just yet. "What should I do here alone if I were an enemy? But, come, don't let us waste
time in bandying words, when we might employ it so much more profitably. “I admired your sister in Paris,” he answered, “but I do not believe that I regard
her now as altogether the same person. “Anna! Thank God I have found you at last.
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