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She put out her hands to avoid his embrace. He swore that I was his wife, that chance had given me to him at last. In one of the big gates was a little door, and she rapped at this. Still silence everywhere. Did she suppose him a possible pretender to her daughter’s hand? The girl—Dorothée, if memory served—was clearly marriageable, but he imagined most of these unhappy exiles were all but penniless. Ruth flashed in and out of the sunshine; and he took note of the radiant nimbus above her head each time the sunshine touched her hair. Spurlock (himself verging upon the hysterical) welcomed the diversion. Do not mistake me.
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