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’ ‘Parbleu, it is I who am the idiot?’ she scolded furiously, removing one hand and digging it into her sleeve. There stepped forth a tall brown man. Ruth loved him. A very small settlement, mostly natives. He was sipping a glass of cold gin and water, and smoking a short black pipe. His voice had changed, the joy had gone out of it; and she understood that something from the past had rolled up to spoil this hour. " "There's some one in the garden at this moment," cried Jack; "I saw a face at the window. He smiled. The country was partitioned in a similar manner.
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