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All the king's horses and all the king's men could not undo what was done; nor kill the strange exquisite flower that had grown up in his own lonely heart. But Gerald took it for the routine interest in an eligible bachelor, although he was aware many females had an eye for scarlet regimentals. “Good luck! Good luck!” She waved from the window until the bend hid him. Probably he has something to say and can't say it, or he writes well about nothing. " "If he had only been my father!—McClintock!" "God didn't standardize human beings, Ruth; no grain of wheat is like another. ” “Two years ago,” she answered. Gerald grinned. He seemed so clean anyway, his fair 215 skin, his light brown hair, there almost seemed to be no point. Instead, she laughed, laughed with lips and eyes, laughed till the tears ran down her cheeks.
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