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XVIII. Poor Ruth: for a father, a
madman; for a husband—a thief!
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"It's all up," muttered Thames. Poor soul! she nearly died when she heard he had robbed his master; and it
might have been well if she had done so, for she never afterwards recovered her
reason. ”
“Oh, well!” he said, a little doubtfully, “it’s just a phase,” and bent down and
rested his hand on her shoulder for a moment, with his heart beating and his
nerves a-quiver. Senior year started with a whimper. How perfectly charming.
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