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" "No—no," laughed Jack. . But when Ruth's hand fell gently upon his bony head, he knew that no one in this house would ever offer him a kick. She is the wife now of another man. What can she have done to deserve such a fate? Oh!” They both turned round at Anna’s exclamation. She had been built for canvas and oil-lamps, and this new thingumajig that kept her nose snoring at eight knots when normally she was able to boil along at ten, and these unblinking things they called lamps (that neither smoked nor smelled), irked and threatened to ruin her temper. A film of dust lay upon it; the ink marks were ancient.
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