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She went about, intentlooking and self-possessed, trim and fine, concealing her emotions whatever they were, as the realities of her position opened out before her. Here was Ruth Enschede—sick of love! Love—something the world would always keep hidden from her, at least human love. This she put into the trunk. Spurlock stepped into the room. I saw her face and it was the face that had been hidden from me in dreams, a face very much like yours, Lucia. Very slowly emerging out of a phase of stupefaction, these personal affairs and her personal problem resumed possession of her mind. “Well, I have said what I had to say, stumblingly and badly, and baldly.
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