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“DEAR MR. . What she actually wanted was the present state of affairs to continue indefinitely. She had time in the afternoons to do crewelwork and embroidery, no longer occupied by the constant spinning of wool. CHAPTER V At dinner the spinsters invited Ruth to sit at their table, an invitation she accepted gratefully. "So, wanton, I have found you!" "Wanton! Why, you infernal liar!" cried Spurlock, striking at the arm. But she made no answer. “Dear me!” he said. She added extra chocolate powder to disguise the bitterness of the pill. I had left Paris. And such skirts as Ann Veronica had had when she entered the valley of Saas were safely packed away in the hotel, and she wore a leather belt and loose knickerbockers and puttees—a costume that suited the fine, long lines of her limbs far better than any feminine walking-dress could do. They even talked about friendship.
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