Poor thing! how beautiful she looks! but how like death!" Deathlike, indeed, was the repose of the sleeper,—deathlike and deep. Everything was done in a genteel and ordinary way, but on the other hand, there was no lingering. Once more he begged; but as Ruth only repeated her sharp command, he spun about and raced toward the jungle. His hand flew across the paper.
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