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A stout wooden shutter, opening inwardly, being removed, disclosed a
grating of iron bars. The key is in my trousers. " Ruth did so, but without any particular fervour. She
did most urgently desire to save her face in Morningside Park, and for long hours
she could think of no way of putting it that would not be in the nature of
unconditional admission of defeat. Even now she was dazed. If he laid his own suspicions
boldly before the girl, and in the end the boy came clean, he would always be
haunted by the witless cruelty of the act. I love some one else. ‘Laisse-moi,’ she panted, shifting wildly in his hold, so that he had all to do to
keep her thus imprisoned.
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