It isn’t because you’re good, but because I may be rotten bad; and there’s something—something living and understanding in you. “Dear John,” she whispered. "Man, man! You're coming to life. Old farmhouses loomed as they whizzed by, left behind in the gray like mourners. "But I'm a blackguard, too, Ruth. "I forgot. I don’t see how they can be.
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