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CHAPTER XXIII Next morning Ruth did not refer to the episode on the sands of the lagoon. It’s the poor dears who do, who know they will, know they can’t keep it up, who need to clutch at way-side flowers. America, the land of rosy apples and snowstorms, beckoned, and she wanted to fly thitherward.
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