“You must not. It's gin—a liquor you used to like. Not like my father. But I do not even care if I am absurd. . I thought if you were living, and not captured, I should find you here,—and I was right. He was yellow and coarse of hair; flea-bitten, too; and even as he smiled at Ruth and wagged his stumpy tail, he was forced to turn savagely upon one of these disturbers who had no sense of the fitness of things.
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