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There was still the pity of understanding in Ruth's eyes. Jackson and Mr. Some man! And to conclude it all was the figure of her father in the doorway, giving her a last chance, his hat in one hand, his umbrella in the other, shaken at her to emphasize his point. She was nearly too giddy still to answer him. It hung from the centre of a stout pole, each end of which rested upon the calloused shoulder of a coolie; an ordinary Occidental chair with a foot-rest. And by degrees, perhaps, that maiden distrust of yours that makes you shrink from my kisses, will vanish. Warm reality was now so near her she could hear it beating in her ears. Good riddance.
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