” “Nice clean hardness, anyhow. "He sails to-morrow morning in the very vessel by which I start," replied Jack. “Why shouldn’t one face the facts of one’s self?” She stood up. ’ ‘Did I so?’ Gerald said, amused. Unless there was some real metal in the young fool, some hidden strength with which to breast the current, Ruth would become a millstone around his neck and soon he would become to her an object of pity and contempt. " "God help me, what a muddle!" The cigar crumbled in Spurlock's hand.
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