Here was Ruth Enschede—sick of love! Love—something the world would always keep hidden from her, at least human love. She became aware of the Scotch student regarding her with stupendous amazement, a tea-cup poised in one hairy hand and his faceted glasses showing a various enlargement of segments of his eye. "You shall never behold me alive. There's a man dying—Captain Darrell. Other phrases returned now, like echoes. But I have never seen America. His baggy shorts sagged over knobby knees that tapered into decrepit Reebok sneakers. We shall expect you to tell us all what to wear. Instead of English villas and cottages there were chalets and Italian-built houses shining white; there were lakes of emerald and sapphire and clustering castles, and such sweeps of hill and mountain, such shining uplands of snow, as she had never seen before. It’s all very handsome starting out on your own, but it’s too damned hard.
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