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These passers-by who touch us but lightly and are gone, leaving the eternal imprint! So long as she lived, Ruth would always remember that embrace. “Go on!” “You know—in Paris they coupled my name with some one’s—an Englishman’s. “There are policemen—and buses. ‘Of course the fellow has doubtless stayed put to wait for you,’ retorted Hilary. "That's all right. ” “It’s better to know life than be life. ” “Upon my word,” he declared, “you are right. “Cool. She would look up, shake her head, and then go back to her reading or crewelwork. ” “I don’t care how we meet,” she said. The young officer sat in front, his hat perfectly straight. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes bright.
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