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Ruth sighed; Spurlock stood up and drew his hand across his forehead as if awakening from a dream. But if I were you, I shouldn't warn Spurlock. ‘I do not remember the name,’ Melusine said, turning to Mrs Ibstock. Everything was fresh and bright, from the kindly manners of the Frutigen cobbler, who hammered mountain nails into her boots, to the unfamiliar wild flowers that spangled the wayside. Here was one of those Americans who would make him breathless before sundown.
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