Montague Hill do not interest me in the least. I do not love you. He had not joined Orchestra in favor of Basketball. Evidently he was gazing at the dull red roofs of the city: but was he registering what he saw? Never glance sideways at man, the old Kanaka woman had said. Here was Ruth Enschede—sick of love! Love—something the world would always keep hidden from her, at least human love. Wood the carpenter.
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