Or shall I ask Colonel Anson for a few hints?” “For Heaven’s sake no,” she declared. But no matter how you phrase it, the end is the same. At any rate, here I am, and here I shall be, twenty thousand feet above all your poison-reeking cities, up where God’s wind comes fresh from heaven, very near indeed to the untrodden snows. It was easy to recognize, the one thing that had stayed the same over the years. There you are! Girl spoilt for life. These passers-by who touch us but lightly and are gone, leaving the eternal imprint! So long as she lived, Ruth would always remember that embrace.
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