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"He must be somewhere hereabouts," cried one of the horsemen, dismounting. Burn your palette and your easel. The rain smelled of the Tyrrhenian Sea, which lay only a few paces beyond the manor's white sea-soaked walls. Then a light seemed to break in upon him. There was no disgust in Ruth's heart, only an infinite pity; for only the pitiful understand. Brendon and I are great chums,” he went on nervously.
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