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Ruth was not a woman; she was a phenomenon. ‘To find what?’ demanded Gerald. "What! you still hesitate! Will that rouse you, coward?" And she gave him a smart rap on the head. Her aunt, a faded, anæmic-looking lady of somewhat too obtrusive gentility, was still sitting with her hand pressed to her heart. So long as she stood beside him, he was safe. Supposing that was it; at least, a solution to part of this amazing riddle? Supposing her father had made her assist him in the care of the derelicts solely to fill her with loathing and abhorrence for mankind? "Didn't you despise the men your father brought home—the beachcombers?" "No. . He hated the taste of it. " "Never mind," said the old sailor, taking up a piece of blazing coal with the tongs, and applying it to his pipe; "let 'em try. "I don't understand you, gentlemen," stammered he, at length. McClintock would bang his fist upon the table.
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