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But you must come this way now. Here was Ruth Enschede—sick of love! Love—something the world would always keep hidden from her, at least human love. The faithful fellow will never leave me. Of the vast mass of these impressions Ann Veronica could make nothing at the time; there they were—Fact! She stored them away in a mind naturally retentive, as a squirrel stores away nuts, for further digestion.
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