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. He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band
in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his
handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager
solicitude. Such was
the simple code that displayed itself in all his thoughts. Ruth had lived in a world without caresses. "
"Fear nothing. Aware of
Quilt Arnold's mode of proceeding, Jack instantly dismounted, and, instead of
knocking, opened the door with the pass-key. She
dreaded leaving him for the night, but separated herself
finally. “You need not be alarmed,” he said. Pottiswick had mentioned muttering. Nature is God,
Anna, and the greatest artist of us all a pigmy. "This locket," he said, taking a little ornament attached to a black ribband from
his breast, and giving it her,—"do you remember it?"
"I do—I do!" cried Winifred.
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