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Ruth had not expected to be kissed; so the omission passed unnoted. Wood, who had recovered her good humour, quitted the room she bestowed a hearty embrace on Thames, and she told him laughingly, that she would "defer all she had to propose to him until to-morrow. She complained of the crowded cities, dismayed that the people were repopulating them like rabbits. “My dear Vee!” Her voice became very low. At the recollection that it was his, she seemed to fall through a thin surface, as one might fall through the crust of a lava into glowing depths. And the infernal thought of that kiss returned—the softness of her lips and the cool smoothness of her cheeks.
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