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The mortal youth in him, then, was fascinated, the thinker, the poet; from all sides Ruth attacked him, innocently. The door closed softly upon her. He had not bothered to take off his raincoat and his umbrella sat dripping on his modern ice cube of a table. ” “Why?” she asked. ” She stirred gently in her chair. ” Mr. He paused at the bamboo curtain of her room, which was in semi-darkness. " "I tell you what, Jack," said Gay, "I've several urgent engagements this morning; but I'll return to-morrow, and hear the rest of your story. ‘Mademoiselle. Her finger-nails dug into her flesh. ‘Why not a French flag?’ ‘Because I don’t believe that fool Pottiswick could tell French from Arabic, even if he heard it as he says he did—which I take leave to doubt.
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