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She pulled at his tee shirt again, wishing to feel his naked chest upon hers. Happy Birthday, then. Once more he begged; but as Ruth only repeated her sharp command, he spun about and raced toward the jungle. The veins in his throat and forehead swelled and blackened; his eyes protruded from their sockets, and stared wildly; a thick damp gathered on his brow: and blood gushed from his mouth, nostrils, and ears. Taking his way along East Smithfield, mounting Little Tower-hill, and threading the Minories and Hounsditch, he arrived without accident or molestation, at Moorfields. He did not pocket it, but sat hefting it lightly from hand to hand, watching the girl thoughtfully.
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