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" In the living room Spurlock's glance was constantly drawn toward Ruth; but in fear that she might sense something wrong, he walked over to the piano and struck a few chords. She pulled down her veil and made her way to the door. . It would have been the right idea, had Ruth been other than what she was. A new inexplicable madness that urged him to shrill ironically the story of his coat—to take it off and fling it at the feet of any stranger who chanced to be nigh. Then she was out of the door and running, fast. She was to see Capes to-morrow, but now, in this state of misery she had achieved, she felt assured he would turn his back upon her, take no notice of her at all. In this way, more than a month passed over. Her shoulders were gripped hard and a familiar voice spoke. " A detective. My father thought the latter. In reply to this summons a horn was instantly blown at the corner of the street.
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