But I vowed that Ruth should never suffer the way I did—and do. Bird, the turner, to give him an order this evening. Except that this music we have been swimming in is divine. Lucy had baked the apple and pumpkin pies, carefully molding the flour crusts and adding extra teaspoonfuls of allspice and cinnamon while no one looked. They were enormously pleased with one another; they found each other beyond measure better than they had expected, if only because of the want of substance in mere expectation.
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