I need you every day. It wasn’t pretty. I want to be your knight, your servant, your protector, your—I dare scarcely write the word—your husband. The knight and his followers crossed the threshold, leaving one of the torch-bearers behind them. But this was long ago. Ruth flashed in and out of the sunshine; and he took note of the radiant nimbus above her head each time the sunshine touched her hair. Sure, I lose one occasionally—if he stays in New York.
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