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’ ‘Oh, this is becoming nonsensical,’ exclaimed Lucilla. Or he would find something—a wave in her hair, a little line in the contour of her brow or neck, that made an exquisite discovery. Considering his convictions he felt that his remark was a generous one. I watched you wait at the farmhouse! But I couldn’t compromise your safety! You must have realized that!” She lowered her voice to a loud whisper. She had learned this art in skirts, and knew well how not to be disadvantaged. Earles protested, seating himself before the desk, and dipping his pen in the ink. He had been dreaming of Ruth—an old recurrency of that dream he had had in Canton, of Ruth leading him to the top of the mountain. I have had no one but for you. “Thank you,” he said, “for letting me back. He had been the one to dress her in the finest silks and brocades, and here she was, displayed for the world to see in 248 drugstore makeup and the uniform of an old schoolteacher.
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