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"You'll pardon an old woman, Miss Enschede," said Sister Prudence; "but where in this world did you get that dress?" Ruth picked up both sides of the skirt and spread it, looking down. Everything goes—the copra for oil, the fibre of the husk for rope, and the shell for carbon. Montressor’s guests. "Where are you going?" cried Thames, who, though wholly disencumbered, was scarcely able to keep up with him.
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