The fellow Kimble, to whom Gerald was indebted, was gaping. "Ah! Quilt Arnold, my man, is it you? By the powers! I'm glad to see you. Wait!" He released himself from his aunt's embrace, ran to the trunk and fetched the old coat. She had lost her sense of direction, and was among unfamiliar streets. Mrs. Ruth was at that stage where the absorption of facts is great, but where the mental digestion is not quite equal to the task.
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