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She walked with long swinging steps, scorning the thought of buses or the tube. Section 3. His manner was deferential, even eager. Ennison, or any other young man. There was Major Price—you must recollect him, Sir Rowland,—he stumbled as he was getting out of his chair at that very gate. But he seized the chance to entrap her fingers, fan and all, and look deeply into her eyes. I never made any effort to touch them; so by and by they learned to light fearlessly on my arms and shoulders. All his interest in Ruth, all his care and solicitude, could now be translated into a single word—love.
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