"Good-bye!" For a moment Ruth was tempted to fling herself against the withered bosom; but long since she had learned repression. You lack only that mechanical knack of expression which is the least important part of an artist’s equipment, but which remains a tedious and absolute necessity. Now, it was a wilderness of weeds. Wild's orders. Come close to me, and let me hold your hand, dear.
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