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He flung Ruth aside, careless whether she fell or not. The clouds were nearly black with rain, threatening to spill sleet in daggers and torrents. Forgive me if a certain warmth creeps into my words! The Park is green and gray to-day, but I am glowing pink and gold. Drawing a pistol, and unclosing his lantern with the quickness of thought, he then burst through an open trap-door into a small loft.
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