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She ignored it until it repeated itself. She sat drawn together in her chair in the corner of the box, at a loss what to say or do—afraid, curious, perplexed. You must forgive the poet’s license I take. "But, I half suspect, of your father. “I suppose delusions are not uncommon to patients in his condition. I don’t classify. It was a charming sight to watch the motions of her tiny fingers as she pursued her task; and though the posture she adopted was not the most favourable that might have been chosen for the display of her sylphlike figure, there was something in her attitude, and the glow of her countenance, lighted up by the mellow radiance of the setting sun falling upon her through the panes of the little dormer-window, that seemed to the youth inexpressibly beautiful. I just suppose it isn’t worth the trouble. " Then he looked at Ruth.
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