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The real tragedy—which he sensed and toward which he was always reaching—eluded all his verbal skill. The great ordeal—that which she had most dreaded—had proved to be no ordeal at all. There's the paragraph. She could not help devouring him a little with her eyes across the Burger King booth, handsome shoulders visibly solid underneath his ridiculous polo shirt, his eyes all sweetness and light. "Shall I never banish those horrible phantoms from my couch—the father with his bleeding breast and dripping hair!—the mother with her wringing hands and looks of vengeance and reproach!—And must another be added to their number—their son! Horror!—let me be spared this new crime! And yet the gibbet—my name tarnished—my escutcheon blotted by the hangman!—No, I cannot submit to that. " "No," said Ruth, pulling back. Overjoyed beyond measure at having vanquished this apparently-insurmountable obstacle, Jack darted through the door. ” He said cruelly as she gazed at him in fear.
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