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Finally she decided upon a step that had always seemed reasonable to her, but that hitherto she had, from motives too faint for her to formulate, refrained from taking. I hate what I have to do to survive. The weed was all right. " The Wastrel laughed. The terror faded from her eyes. CHAPTER XXIII Next morning Ruth did not refer to the episode on the sands of the lagoon. Only her face was clear, frail and delicate, almost flower-like, with the sad haunting eyes ever watching his. ’ He only laughed. " "Mr.
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