CHAPTER XXXII. “Because I hate you!” She spat. ‘Don’t involve me in your lover’s tiff. She slipped silently inside the door as he went inside a 12 putrid little bathroom to urinate. The doctor would naturally offer a hundred objections; he might seriously interfere; so he must be forestalled. To buy the freedom of a poor little Chinese slave-girl! For what was the sing-song girl but a slave, the double slave of custom and of men? Ruth wanted to know keenly what had impelled the idea. Left alone, Jonathan lighted a lamp, and, opening the trap-door, descended the secret stairs. I wish that it worked.
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