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"Bess wouldn't bear a rival. "She was mine before you ever saw her. She found she was trembling at his nearness and full of a thrilling dread that he might touch her. His figure was tall and commanding, and the expression of his countenance (though somewhat disturbed by his recent exertion) was resolute and stern. But his glance roved, to the door through which Ruth had gone, to Enschede's drooping back. She savored the sweetness of his lips, all of his great youth and passion and longed for his innocence, his complete lack of the knowledge of terrible things. Henceforth Ruth would closely observe her fellow women and note the hang of their skirts. In the afternoon my brain and fingers leap to their work because you have been with me.
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