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The mortal youth in him, then, was fascinated, the thinker, the poet; from all sides Ruth attacked him, innocently. He had a wild impulse to shout. “I do not know any one of that name. She had turned round sideways, so as to look down into the fire. “She’s my wife,” the man muttered. Then she would be dead, and that was no use. They are all at prayer at this hour. The beautiful city that she had been awed by and even grown to love had been abandoned. He resumed his listening. “Turn me. " "I have no people—anybody who would care. How was I to know what would happen? He always said if he couldn’t get you a dowry, you could take the veil.
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