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She fought the inclination for a while, then surrendered. “I never dreamt!” she said. “Who’ll mind the baby nar?” was one of the night’s inspirations, and very frequent. “Thank you—and good-bye. There was no response. She wrote it down. ” She marked an hotel that seemed neither opulent nor odd in a little side street opening on the Embankment, made up her mind with an effort, and, returning by Hungerford Bridge to Waterloo, took a cab to this chosen refuge with her two pieces of luggage. But as the mystery which surrounded Ruth fell away that which enveloped her father thickened.
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