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The guests congregated within the night-cellar were, in fact, little better than thieves; but thieves who confined their depredations almost exclusively to the vessels lying in the pool and docks of the river. He would ask her to come to dinner with him in some little Italian or semiBohemian restaurant in the district toward Soho, or in one of the more stylish and magnificent establishments about Piccadilly Circus, and for the most part she did not care to refuse. They were his friends, and they recognized his unusual earnestness. ‘You should rather be arresting the girl and throwing her into gaol for attempted murder. But McClintock's mind was perceptive, whereas Spurlock's was only dully confused. On the floor was a handkerchief, a little morsel of lace. There was the world besides, looming darker and larger. A young man, who had been spending the last hour walking up and down on the opposite side of the way, came quickly over to her. "I took the course I pursued to serve you. She became aware that at regular intervals a light flashed upon her face and a bodiless eye regarded her, and this, as the night wore on, became a torment. And this utter stranger … loved him! He had no reason to doubt McClintock's statement; the Scot had solved the riddle why Ruth Enschede had married Howard Spurlock.
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