His eyes were red. "It was the story of a man, so to speak, who had left his vitals in his native land and wandered strange paths emptily. He was full of fabulous stories, not just tales of his own past in Rome but wonderful fables from the mysterious Orient and the ancient Greeks, old jokes and yarns that only he remembered. "I understand," she said. He pulled her from him to kiss her on the mouth and paused, looking into her face. As for this infatuation—it’s like some obsession, some magic thing laid upon you. It was at breakfast on this day that he told Ruth he had sent to Batavia for some dresses.
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