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Trenchard took up a pen. See
paragraph 1. There was the stile on which
Jonathan had sat, and he recollected distinctly the effect of his mocking glance—
how it had hardened his heart against his mother's prayer. The candle was shaking in his hand as
Ruth appeared in the doorway. Accounted extremely pretty in her youth, her features and
person expanded as she grew older, without much detriment to their original
comeliness. He guided her hand to
his crotch, which had already grown in size. "
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He towered up over her and smiled down at her in his fatherly way. What would happen to her? Would her soul be shaken, twisted,
hypnotized?—as it had been those other times? Music—that took out of her the
sense of reality, whirled her into the clouds, that gave to her will the directless
energy of a chip of wood on stormy waters. "
"You've been misinformed, Sir," interposed Smith. Wood's," was the reply.
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