It was past seven when she got back to her hotel. Old farmhouses loomed as they whizzed by, left behind in the gray like mourners. But they found him on the veranda when they returned from McClintock's that evening. Romance! The romance of passing faces, of wires that carried voices and words to the far ends of the world, of tremendous mechanisms that propelled ships and trains! And, oh the beautiful books! She swiftly knelt upon the floor and once more gathered the books to her heart. The ticket line filtered slowly into the glass doors, growing louder and more boisterous by the minute. “Rummy lot we are!” said Roddy.
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