Sorrow lay in the back of his mind as he withdrew, but he put it aside. The sea was no longer rolling brass; it was bluer than anything he had ever seen. No, no! Not now!" Ruth turned abruptly and walked toward the bungalow, mounted the veranda steps, and vanished within. Drink, and no sustaining food. This is not the conduct of a jeune demoiselle.
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