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You love money. She roves the blue fields of the North, with the clean North Wind on her lips and her blonde head jewelled with frost— mocking valour and hardihood! Out of the West she comes, riding the great ships and the endless steel ways that encompass the earth, and smoke comes with her and the glare of furnace fires—commerce! From the East she brings strange words upon her tongue and strange raiment upon her shoulders and the perfume of myrrh—antiquity! But oh! when she springs from the South, her rosy feet trailing the lotus, ripe lequats wreathing her head, in one hand the bright torch of danger and in the other the golden apples of love, with her eyes full of sapphires and her mouth full of pearls! "With her eyes full of sapphires and her mouth full of pearls. “My dear friend,” she laughed, “not so tragic, if you please. In one grave, mind. ” It was, Ann Veronica felt, at once absurd and extraordinarily right. “I am afraid—I really think that one of us ought to go with you,” he said. " Again Ruth nodded. I felt his heart. “Limp,” he answered. I’ve got no feminine class feeling. Though I’ll wager she used this passage, and we certainly ought to investigate it.
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