Ruth shivered; she was cold. But, since I've seen the friend and companion of my childhood, Thames Darrell, I've no heart for it. There must be something, one feels, in ideas that achieve persistently a successful resurrection. “You must do more than think of it,” he urged. What she did not know, and what she was never to know, was that the divine fire was hers. Emile’s fist crashed into her temple and stars exploded in her vision.
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