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She could not help but admit that she liked being smiled at and addressed in the hallways by hordes of friendly faces. He glanced at his watch. But Jonathan, fixing a terrible look upon him, cried. All that I regret are the wasted years, and I am not sure that I regret them. Jack appealed to the new auditors, and again detailed his story, but with no better success than heretofore. That he was immolating Ruth on the altar of his conscience never broke in upon his thought for consideration. It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately acted within its walls. The wastrel, the ne'er-do-well, who went mostly nobly to a fine end.
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