Here was Ruth Enschede—sick of love! Love—something the world would always keep hidden from her, at least human love. Threw it out. I often wonder why the young always take us ancients for nambypamby creatures. “I wonder what he takes me for?” When presently she got down from the stile a certain note of internal conflict, a touch of doubt, had gone from her warm-tinted face. Blueskin therefore had nothing to stop him. My best endeavours shall be used to bring you off, on the easy terms I have mentioned.
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