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“I shall come back, if at all, a new man. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. Who could say that the two weren't in collusion? When a chap like Spurlock jumped the traces, cherchez la femme, every time. Even when you've a knave to deal with, let your actions be plain, and above-board. Kneebone said, just now. But you, Ferringhall, our pattern, an erstwhile Sheriff of London, a county magistrate, a prospective politician, a sober and an upright man, one who, had he aspired to it, might even have filled the glorious position of Lord Mayor— James, a whisky and Apollinaris at once. He uttered one word over and over, monotonously: "Fool! … Fool!" But invariably the touch of Ruth's hand quieted him, and his head would cease to roll from side to side. " "Ay, ay," cried the jailers, laughing.
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