“What’s the objection?” “I suppose she ought to know?” said Gwen to her mother, trying to alter the key of the conversation. "It is the fiend!" she exclaimed, recoiling. "Look at him!" Ruth looked. ” “Shirts?” “Shirts at one—and—something a dozen. Spurling. “Just remember, I have to make this up to you. But—but how?’ ‘Can you write?’ Gerald asked, digging into one of his capacious pockets and bringing out a leather ring purse.
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