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Only an undermaid I was then. " "Thank'ee,—thank'ee. Already he was dramatizing Ruth, involving her, now in some pearl thieving adventure, now in some impossible tale of a white goddess. He looked like the shadow of himself—thin, feeble, hollow-eyed—his beard unshorn—nothing could be more miserable. Through an open door was a glimpse of the bathroom—a vision of luxury, out of which Annabel herself, in a wonderful dressing-gown and followed by a maid presently appeared. ‘Here, miss,’ came faintly from somewhere close at hand. ” She commanded him in a low tone. Wood's boat bearing up towards him. "I know the house well; by the same token that it's a flash crib.
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