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"Mr. My son went down after his death. “Ass!” he went on, still warming. It would have been the right idea, had Ruth been other than what she was. ‘Fiddle, Gerald. The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. That would be an unkind twist of fate. And the first day, you shall have three morsels of barley bread, without any drink; and the second day, you shall be allowed to drink as much as you can, at three times, of the water that is next to the prisondoor, except running-water, without any bread. Always remember that.
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