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“But, forgive me, you are tired. Drawing a pistol, and unclosing his lantern with the quickness of thought, he then burst through an open trap-door into a small loft. Father and daughter regarded each other warily, each more than a little insecure with the other. A sophisticated woman would have translated the tone as a caress. So you, Jacques, must go and wait for me with the horse. You would rather live like the scum of the earth, in that little brown hovel you call a house, in bourgeois paradise. At length the manager arrived; and together he and Ruth succeeded in getting some of the aromatic spirits of ammonia down the patient's throat.
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