Ruth's mind was fertile soil; for a long time to come it would be something of a hothouse: green things would spring up and blossom overnight. She dropped the manuscripts and swiftly brought the coat to him, noting that a button hung loose. Leastways, not on your own. Yes, this was a little better. Aren't we funny? And just as I was beginning to lose faith in human beings, to have someone like this come along! It is almost as if she were acting a rôle, and she isn't. I would have liked to know. "Who knows but this key may open a golden lock one of these days?" And, picking it up, he thrust it into his pocket.
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