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"The key," replied the widow. On the second day out he was helped to a steamer-chair on deck; on the third day, his arm across Ruth's shoulder, he walked from his chair to the foremast and back. “Oh. She felt flattered. “Who, me? I scare you?” He asked. Her softly intertwined fingers became rigid. If the creator drew a hero anything like himself, she would accept it as a sign that he did care a little. “Perhaps for me,” she added, with a sudden wistful look out of the bare high window, “a night of beginnings. But I shan’t try to stop you. Rows of roasted duck, brilliantly varnished; luscious vegetables, which she had been warned against; baskets of melon seed and water-chestnuts; men working in teak and blackwood; fan makers and jade cutters; eggs preserved in what appeared to her as petrified muck; bird's nests and shark fins. “Election be hanged!” he exclaimed.
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