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She's the boss. While he was straining every sinew, his foot slipped, and he fell, head foremost, into a deep trench, which he had not observed in the dark. Ashen blonde, a shade that would never excite the cynical commentary which men applied to certain types of blondes. "What is it?" "Can't you see? Together, down there; you and I!… As my wife! Both of us, never to be lonely again!… Will you marry me, Ruth?" As many a wiser woman had done, Ruth mistook thrilling eagerness for love. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. She still had her letter of credit. ’ ‘Ain’t it? Want me to give you some time with her? Not that I think she’ll tell you anything.
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