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" He offered cigars, and Ruth got up. Women are hypocrites to the last—true only to themselves. But here I am to draw upon. "But if it is your mother, send her about her business. Of course, I don't believe she's what you would call flush. Find your man, that’s the rule. You refuse me your confidence. “Why can’t we propagate by sexless spores, as the ferns do? We restrict each other, we badger each other, friendship is poisoned and buried under it!. " "Perhaps so," rejoined the stranger; "but I have others in reserve, not so generally known. He had absorbed her in a single glance, and was now defining her as he worked. “I will not ask you to explain further. "Begone! or I fire!" he cried. Gosse sagged under the impact, knocking over the card table, and falling to sit, half stunned, the discharged pistol flying from his slackened grasp.
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