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Ruth Enschede, Hartford, Conn. The inn was a military haunt. "I was born in the South Seas and I am on my way to America, to an aunt. A tourist caravan of four pole-chairs jogged along a narrow street. It began to rain, a cold sweat of precipitation that was more sickly than refreshing. " "You hear, my son," said the widow eagerly. He perceived clearly enough, that the chase was moving quickly; and he was also aware, from the increased rapidity with which the oars were urged, that every exertion was made on board to get out of the reach of her pursuers. Marriage!—and no woman by to tell the child what it was! The shocks and disillusions she would have to meet unsuspectingly—and bitterly. Not far from him was a knot of lads drinking, swearing, and playing at dice as eagerly and as skilfully as any of the older hands.
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