With his tongue lolling and his flea-bitten stump wagging apologetically, he glanced from face to face to see if there was any forgiveness visible. And here against a wall were the plumtrees. It’s Italian. ’ He threw one arm across his own chest and clapped himself on the shoulder. He rose at once to his feet and turned a white face upon her. Ruth, having decided a course for herself—that of renunciation—and having the strength to keep it, met these advances in precisely the mood they were offered.
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