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" "Well, imagination beats me!" "It's something Ruth saw. Now it occurred to him that to show her the sealed letter would be a better way. Already she knew that she was overstaying her welcome. It occurred to her that it was absurd and wrong to be so continuously thinking of one engrossing topic, and she made a strenuous effort to force her mind to other questions. A child—as innocent as a child! Nothing about life; bemused by the fairy stories you writers call novels! I don't know what you have done; I don't care. This fall saved him, for the horsemen passed over him. Ruth's emotion was a primitive joy: she was essential in this man's life, and she would always be happy because he would always be needing her. "Yes; I know I look it," said O'Higgins, amiably. " "Where are they?" "Ay, where are they?" chorussed the mob, flourishing their various weapons, and flashing their torches in the air; "we'll starve 'em out. But she could not live in constant association with him without having these gaps filled.
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