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I don’t care what divides us. ‘Seems quiet enough,’ observed the junior officer, his gaze raking the shuttered windows of the building’s grey stone frontage. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. I'm not interested in him. There's a letter for the head turnkey, Mr. " "He's coming!" cried Jack, stamping his foot, with vexation. It is true that I do not love Ruth; but I swear to you, before the God of my fathers, that she shall never know it!" "I'll be getting along. “A ballot-box, you know,” he said, “is very largely just a box. That there would eventually be a lover Ruth knew; and she waited his appearance upon the scene, waited with an impatience which was both personal and literary. “Cheer up, Annabel.
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