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I wouldn't allow you to be honest even if you could be so,—which I doubt. ” True summer descended like a sticky fever upon August’s arrival, bringing with it miasmas of humidity that seemed to hang from the trees like mucus. As a dog eats grass. . That was the only sound he heard. Blotted out—Love! With infinite care, through nearly a thousand pages, her father had obliterated the word Love. Ruth had lived in a world without caresses.
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