The period of repression was over. Never before had he seen a man like Enschede nor heard a voice like Ruth's. A riding-habit is all I have seen. "Again," cried Jonathan, sternly: "beware!" "What!" vociferated Trenchard. ‘Why, what have I said?’ ‘You said to me my name. Cut it as short as you can. The sound of their strident voices floated upwards, the high nasal note of the predominant Americans, the shrill laughter of girls quick to appreciate the wit of such of their male companions as thought it worth while to be amusing. In the midst of this light stood a young woman.
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