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"Fear nothing, Sir," said the man, in a voice which Thames instantly recognised as that of Blueskin. Ruth, having decided a course for herself—that of renunciation—and having the strength to keep it, met these advances in precisely the mood they were offered. The man looked as though he would have liked to deny it, but could not. Lady Palsworthy was the widow of a knight who had won his spurs in the wholesale coal trade, she was of good seventeenth-century attorney blood, a county family, and distantly related to Aunt Mollie’s deceased curate. He leaned back in a low chair, and watched her graceful movements, the play of her white hands as she bent over some wonderful machine.
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