Thus, more and more Ruth turned to the mongrel dog who bore the name of Rollo unflinchingly—the dog that adored her openly, shamelessly, who now without a whimper took his diurnal tubbing. “But I’m afraid you are going to be in a hopeless minority here as regards me. Good riddance to bad rubbish. “As I love you. But you must not imagine me wrapped in melancholy. At last some anodyne formed itself from these exercises, and, with eyelashes wet with such feeble tears as only three-o’clock-in-the-morning pathos can distil, she fell asleep.
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