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"At a place we call the Dark House at Queenhithe," answered Jonathan, "a sort of under-ground tavern or night-cellar, close to the river-side, and frequented by the crew of the Dutch skipper, to whose care he's to be committed. \"Do you mind if I sit with you?\" He asked as he followed her. She began to tremble violently. Ruth was not a woman; she was a phenomenon. You wish another name? Eh bien. We’ll run away together, we’ll elope. Something namelessly abhorrent in the eyes of those men…! She knew what arms were for—to fold and embrace and to hold one tightly; but why men wished to kiss women was still a profound mystery. All sorts of battered tramps, junks and riff-raff of the seas trailed in and out.
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