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“By Jove!” he broke out, “one tries to take a serious, sober view. The dog was, in a sense, a gift of the gods. ” She shook her head gently. ‘Aye, sir. Very intelligent, by the looks of the books she was carrying. “Looooo-ceeeeee!!” He yelled, sounding like Desi Arnaz. He gave glimpses of possibilities. To take Spring and Love out of her life, as if there were no human instincts to tell Ruth what was being denied her! And what must have been the man's thought as he came upon Ruth wearing a gown of her mother's? —a fair picture of the mother in the primrose days? Not a flicker of an eyelash; steel and granite outwardly. Playing with one hand he turned on his stool to glance at her.
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