] CHAPTER VIII Slowly Ruth entered her own room. "Vat ish it, Mishter Vild?" inquired Mendez. He thought, too, of the fretful invalid who lay in the next room to his, whose money had created his business and made his position in the world. "I thought as much," continued Jonathan. He was in misery; he was paying for last night's debauch. It’s the only clean way for us.
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