The problem had returned, made gigantic by the possibility of Ruth's love. But she was only able to save a corner of the letter. Apparently he had projected beyond his table some hypnotic thought, for it had held him all through the dining hour. Before that came your father didn’t even know you were gone. At luncheon, on the third day, a thick-set man with a blue jaw smiled across his table at her. The mortal youth in him, then, was fascinated, the thinker, the poet; from all sides Ruth attacked him, innocently. Life is two things, that’s how I see it; two things mixed and muddled up together.
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