" So Ruth heard about the poets; she became tolerably familiar with the exploits of that engaging ruffian Cellini; she heard of the pathetic deafness of Beethoven; she was thrilled, saddened, exhilarated; and on the evening of the twelfth day she made bold to enter the talk. ‘Now then, missie. “—and your aunt—” For a time he searched for the mot juste. Sheppard towards an appalling object in one corner. Hang the wench! Roding was right. I found him lying like this, the bleeding partly stopped by this scarf, else he had been dead by now.
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