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‘Been led up the garden path by that confounded rapscallion. ‘I find this was excessively clever of Gérard. “Sort of man who can see no further than his nose,” he remarked contemptuously. But recently he had asked God to pile it all on him; and God had added this, with a fresh portion for Ruth. There were perches inside where she could crouch and labyrinths underneath where she could hide. Notwithstanding her emaciation, her features still retained something of a pleasing expression, and might have been termed beautiful, had it not been for that repulsive freshness of lip denoting the habitual dram-drinker; a freshness in her case rendered the more shocking from the almost livid hue of the rest of her complexion.
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