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’ He strode to the fireplace behind the leather-topped desk and addressed his own reflection in the mirror, wagging an admonitory finger in his own face. The call of youth to youth, and we name it love for want of something better: a glamorous, evanescent thing "like snow upon the desert's dusty face, lighting a little hour or two, was gone. ” “I did not come,” she faltered. He was wrapped in a laced roquelaure, which he threw off on his entrance into the room. “We are both of us trenching upon forbidden ground,” she said. His face turned a dark crimson. But I vowed that Ruth should never suffer the way I did—and do.
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