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“I wish you would come and see my lawyers. "Let us in," said the Master, rapping his truncheon authoritatively against the boards, "or we'll force an entrance. She drifted back into the welcoming arms of sleep, feeling herself surrounded in silk. He uttered one word over and over, monotonously: "Fool! … Fool!" But invariably the touch of Ruth's hand quieted him, and his head would cease to roll from side to side. ” “And I,” Ennison said, holding her fingers tightly, and forcing her to look into his eyes, “I will tell you what I have wished for you when we meet six months from to-day. Poor thing! how beautiful she looks! but how like death!" Deathlike, indeed, was the repose of the sleeper,—deathlike and deep. " "I fancied I heard voices," rejoined Sir Rowland.
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