He would repeat them innumerable times, and patiently Ruth would repeat her answers. Mr. “I wrote it for you. She even thought that perhaps she might come to love him, in spite of that faint indefinable flavor of absurdity that pervaded his courtly bearing. She succumbed to cancer of the breast at age forty-three, it was slow and wasting. I think not, Annabel. ” “Your sister,” he answered, “did me the honour of dining with me last night. And for me there is only one treasure-house.
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