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She visited the corner that had been her own little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she had been wont to read her secret letters. Thus, more and more Ruth turned to the mongrel dog who bore the name of Rollo unflinchingly—the dog that adored her openly, shamelessly, who now without a whimper took his diurnal tubbing. “I am going to fetch some things that will be wanted if he pulls through the next hour. Nobody knows what his real name is, but he's a Hollander. ’ She shrugged. There was a young lad ahead of her. There stepped forth a tall brown man. Her head dangled unnaturally for an instant, unleashed from its moorings, then sank to join her husband’s on the floor. I am your first, of course you feel strongly. ‘That’s just it. .
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