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‘Oh, dearie me, you make me feel a traitor. Here was Ruth Enschede—sick of love! Love—something the world would always keep hidden from her, at least human love. She felt anger at Sebastian, anger at the thrill that she felt in her loins upon seeing him, anger at herself for never having the courage to end her own life. ” “Very well. He was plainly attired in a riding-dress and boots of the period, and wore a hanger by his side.
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