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Losing his presence of mind, Jack quitted his hold, and dropped upon the frame. “Because I hate you!” She spat. Spurling bit her lips to conceal her mirth. The open windows were above them now and, unless the intruder were to lean out, they could not possibly be seen. He was every bit as much a pig as this Emile. All the best novels have been written by women, and yet see how men sneer at the lady novelist still! There’s only one way to get on for a woman, and that is to please men. The silence grew unbearable, so she asked, \"What is your surname, John?\" \"My surname? You mean my last name?\" \"Yes. But what did the occupant of the box care? The laugh was always with the dead: they were out of the muddle. His interest was divided: while his ears drank in the sounds, his glance constantly roved from Ruth to the performer and back to Ruth. " "I shouldn't mind ridding him of her," said Blueskin, gruffly; "and if she comes in my way, may the devil seize me if I don't make short work with her!" "You forget," rejoined Jack, sternly, "I've just said I'll have no violence—mind that.

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