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. He beheld a tall gaunt man, his brown face corrugated like a winter's road, grim, stony. He did not stagger in the least. Already he was dramatizing Ruth, involving her, now in some pearl thieving adventure, now in some impossible tale of a white goddess. ’ ‘Like this?’ ‘Parfait. Gerald? But could he be here so quickly? She hastily dabbed at her eyes, thankful for the darkness that she saw had come on outside unnoticed, dimming the room. “I don’t see what else I could have said,” he remarked. Not up here, I think. As she crossed the square, almost within a stone’s throw of her lodgings, she came face to face with Courtlaw. She tried to compose her thoughts, to think of the last six months, to steep herself in the calm beauty of the surroundings.
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