’ She smiled on the last words, adding, ‘Oh, I don’t blame you for trying. She was vehemently impatient—she did not clearly know for what—to do, to be, to experience. Her back arched and she felt herself instinctively sinking into him. ‘That’s my pet name. "Oh, Rollo, there are so many things I don't know! But you love me, don't you?" Rollo wagged his stump violently and tried to lick her face. Ruth flashed in and out of the sunshine; and he took note of the radiant nimbus above her head each time the sunshine touched her hair.
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