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"But I'm a blackguard, too, Ruth. "Jack," exclaimed the widow, starting up and drawing back the curtain. I dared not sing, I dared not laugh, except when you went away. "My friends, Mr. She had a better voice than I, and the rest I suppose is only a trick. The honey on his tongue turned to ashes. You are going to accept a post as chorus girl, or super, or something of that sort. He had no wish to drag the footman out of his way, once he had got his questions answered. Where can we sit down and talk?” He led her across the room towards a window recess, in which a tall, fair young man was seated with an evening paper in his hand. ] CHAPTER VIII Slowly Ruth entered her own room. “I cannot keep silence any longer.
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