He would repeat them innumerable times, and patiently Ruth would repeat her answers. On the floor was a handkerchief, a little morsel of lace. She was a lovely girl, attired in deep mourning, and having an expression of profound sorrow on her charming features. “If I was the world I think I should have put down a crimson carpet, and asked you to say what you wanted, and generally walk over me.
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