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“You remind me of a little blue stone I had once. Ruth wore a printed cotton kimono. Annabel Pellissier was not like the others, he said. "I was," answered Sheppard. For it was but logical that she would seek a divorce on the ground that she had unknowingly married a fugitive from justice. There were electric and ice plants, and a great store in which one could buy anything from jewsharps to gas-engines. It was a clear, lovely, October morning. Ruth flashed in and out of the sunshine; and he took note of the radiant nimbus above her head each time the sunshine touched her hair.
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