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He would repeat them innumerable times, and patiently Ruth would repeat her answers. And she defies me. ‘What mischief?’ ‘I don’t know, but I’ll go bail you’re at something. I have been thinking these things over lately, and it seems to me that marriage for a girl is just the supremest thing in life. Nothing, in short, portable or valuable was left. Sometimes the music would be tender and dreamy, like a native mother's crooning to her young; sometimes it would be so gay that the flesh tingled and the feet were urged to dance; again, it would be like the storms crashing, thunderous. He did not stagger in the least.
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