The lad had just barely jangled it, when hurrying footsteps could be heard inside. “Now I should like to know,” she said, looking at him with a quiet smile, “what you are doing here? It is not a particularly inspiring neighbourhood for walking about by yourself. This was in Texas. Here was Ruth Enschede—sick of love! Love—something the world would always keep hidden from her, at least human love.
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