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It was his turn to express astonishment. To dream and to labour: to you, my labour; to Ruth, my dreams. “Don’t befool me any more,” he answered, almost roughly. Holding down the light, he perceived that the wounded man had risen to the surface, and was trying to clamber up the slippery sides of the well.
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