The mortal youth in him, then, was fascinated, the thinker, the poet; from all sides Ruth attacked him, innocently. “He is very kind, Anna, really, and not half such a prig as he seems. It’s a sort of blacklegging to want to have a life of one’s own. What of it?” There was a shout of laughter.
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