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Her fingers clutched the side of the door as though to steady herself. She felt a little ashamed of herself, a bit of a hypocrite. ’ ‘The word of whom?’ came scoffingly from the pretty lips. “I don’t know, John. He made Hong-Kong at dusk: wet, hungry, and a bit groggy for the want of sleep; but he was in no wise discouraged. " So Ruth heard about the poets; she became tolerably familiar with the exploits of that engaging ruffian Cellini; she heard of the pathetic deafness of Beethoven; she was thrilled, saddened, exhilarated; and on the evening of the twelfth day she made bold to enter the talk. "Take my life, if you're so disposed. Mr. ” Her elation teetered in mid-air for a second, then began to flutter down around her like a badly-built house of cards. ” “Has my sister been unkind to you?” “The family,” he declared, “has not treated me with consideration. "It is", seplied Winifred; "have you brought any tidings of Thames Darrell!" "Troth have I!" replied Terence: "but, bless your angilic face, how did you contrive to guess that?" "Is he well?—is he safe?—is he coming back," cried the little girl, disregarding the question. It's only right that his people should know where he is and what has happened to him.
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