He scratched his upper lip reflectively. She dropped a flower—it’s in my pocket-book now. Lucy kicked her side, then her wounded leg, dislodging her. "Can you not love him?" "Love him!" echoed the widow. Those awful chairs!" After dinner the spinsters proceeded to inscribe their accustomed quota of postcards, and Ruth was left to herself.
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