” True summer descended like a sticky fever upon August’s arrival, bringing with it miasmas of humidity that seemed to hang from the trees like mucus. "Ruth!" She had gone to the door, aimlessly, without purpose. I'll not forget your two mistresses, Jack. Or perhaps my father once. Your lamented mother, whose loss I shall ever deplore, perceived my passion and encouraged it.
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