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“I wonder,” he said, “how you would like to be made love to—boldly or timorously or sentimentally. Immortal! You were in the beginning, and all the men in the world who have known what love is have worshipped at your feet. Jonathan, however, still lingered. It must be the dawn creeping in. The race began once more; but this time Ruth knew that there would be no escape. ‘Quick, Gérard. “I won’t have you quarrelling and crying in the Avenue,” he said. “There is my aunt,” she said.
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