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"I imagine I must have a hundred rolls—all the old fellows. Don't be frightened of her. Ruth is not another man's wife; she is all your own, for better or for worse. He beheld a tall gaunt man, his brown face corrugated like a winter's road, grim, stony. ‘She’s gone. He went more easily this time. ” “Forget WHAT?” “And I said I wouldn’t. They must be for your father. The Scot understood that, gently and indirectly, Ruth was asking her husband a question, opening a door if he cared to enter. There sat Jack, evidently in the last stage of intoxication, with his collar opened, his dress disarranged, a pipe in his mouth, a bowl of punch and a halfemptied rummer before him,—there he sat, receiving and returning, or rather attempting to return,—for he was almost past consciousness,—the blandishments of a couple of females, one of whom had passed her arm round his neck, while the other leaned over the back of his chair and appeared from her gestures to be whispering soft nonsense into his ear. Since then he has persistently annoyed me. Who was he to tread on her dreams? She had heroworshipped an unscrupulous adventurer, who had not hesitated to impose on her youth and her ignorance.
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