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" Ruth walked to the companion. It did not matter that he wore the cloth; something was wrong with him. Here's the——" "Let me have one," cried a servant maid, running across the street, and in her haste forgetting to shut the door,—"here's the money. I could not keep away any longer. “There is something to be said for the lady-like theory after all,” she admitted. Their journey had made them indolent, the afternoon was warm, and it seemed impossible to breathe a sweeter air. As she approached the corner of the Avenue the blond, no-hatted man in gray flannels appeared. He dashed against the screen door before she could catch him and made the veranda. How fortunate that she recognises the resemblance.
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