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"I could almost forgive the wretch the injury he did me in depriving me of my poor dear wife—No, not quite that," he added, a little confused. For in life there is but one hour: an epic or an idyll: all other hours lead up to and down from it. And it is not at all his affair. It is at the lodge that we stay. Ruth wore a printed cotton kimono. 155 The ringing doorbell jarred her from her stupor. Lucy's ears were singing. "Stop thief!" roared Jonathan.
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