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” Anna read, and her cheeks grew slowly scarlet. Niece and aunt regarded each other for a moment over their pockethandkerchiefs with watery but antagonistic eyes, each far too profoundly moved to see the absurdity of the position. She refused coffee, though she knew that anyhow she was doomed to a sleepless night. ‘Did it indeed?’ ‘I should think he’s guessed, don’t you?’ ‘Without any doubt at all. Ruth's gaze wandered from the printed page. “I do not know. " The doctor was forced to admit the truth of this. . The spirit I drink may be poison,—it may kill me,—perhaps it is killing me:—but so would hunger, cold, misery,—so would my own thoughts. His commissions this day would not fill his metal pipe with one wad of tobacco.
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