“My dear, can you see in this light? I think I would like to get in. So far as the eye could reach, the white level road, with its fringe of elm-trees, was empty. He was nearly wincing. Ruth crossed over to the dramatist of this tragicomedy and put a hand on his shoulder. All her protests seemed stifled before she could find words to utter them.
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