The day was sunny and pleasant, devoid of chill winds. We middle-aged fools and we old fools can no longer dream. “Through there,” he said, and pointed with the pamphlet he was carrying. He then unfolded his choice and held it before her face. “The young women of Jane Austen’s time didn’t get into this sort of scrape! At least—one thinks so. They found Ruth reading to Spurlock, whose shoulders and head were propped by pillows. Here you are, young, sound, with a heart that will recover in no time, provided you keep liquor out of it.
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