She had been so busy with life that, for a vast gulf of time, as it seemed, she had given no thought to those ancient, imagined things of her childhood. What little happiness I had I was forced to steal. ’ ‘Nonsense, it’ll give Pottiswick something genuine to complain about,’ said Gerald cheerfully, moving to the edge of the trees. To Ruth the thought of Hartford no longer projected upon her vision a city of spires and houses and tree-lined streets.
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