My dear! we’ve had so many moments! I used to go over the times we’d had together, the things we’d said—like a rosary of beads. One always dreamed of this and never believed it. ‘He was very kind to me. If the boy had done anything wrong back there in the States, his would be the brand of conscience to pay him out in full. Ill-drawn, without method or sense of proportion, you have put wonderful things on to canvas, have drawn them out of yourself, notwithstanding your mechanical inefficiency. The door opened. "What is it?" "Can't you see? Together, down there; you and I!… As my wife! Both of us, never to be lonely again!… Will you marry me, Ruth?" As many a wiser woman had done, Ruth mistook thrilling eagerness for love. It was not possible.
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