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Poor girl! she was beautiful once; so beautiful as to make me, who care little for the allurements of women, fancy myself enamoured of her. ’ ‘Where then is your uniform?’ ‘I don’t wear it to balls. For some time he could not stir, but felt sick and exhausted. Ruth shivered; she was cold. The knots and broken pale that made the garden-fence scalable, and gave access to the fields behind, were still to be traced.
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