Every time he left a room, she chastised herself bitterly for her own profound weakness. Here was Ruth Enschede—sick of love! Love—something the world would always keep hidden from her, at least human love. One might have said that these trees grieved for their native soil; and, grieving, refused to bear. It was the blouse that gave Lucy away.
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