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. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. There was no disgust in Ruth's heart, only an infinite pity; for only the pitiful understand. Things were thrown here and there, to be taken up, or again cast aside, as the whim arose; while the broken-backed chairs and crazy table bore the marks of many a conflict. ’ Gerald frowned. Immediately the "boy" went forth with his paper lantern, repeating a cry as he ran—warning to clear the way.
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