Across that world was written in letters of light, “Endowment of Motherhood. The loneliness of the place somewhat depressed her. These passers-by who touch us but lightly and are gone, leaving the eternal imprint! So long as she lived, Ruth would always remember that embrace. Nothing but the publicity of the place and the recollection of that terrible constituency kept him from attempting some perfectly respectful but unmistakable evidence of his sympathy. We’ll have some buttered toast.
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