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He rose slowly and extended it. John’s best
friend’s parents were to be out of town again, he
reported. But with the morning, the
glorious unstained morning the passion of living would stir even the blood of a
clod. It was a bizarre
sight, a miniature manor, replicated fully, walled in gray
limestone. Even after this woman
had gone, it seemed to Ruth that the room was kindlier than it had ever been. But something
instinctive prevented that, and with the finest resolve not to be “silly” and
prudish she found that whenever he became at all bold in this matter she became
severely scientific and impersonal, almost entomological indeed, in her method;
she killed every remark as he made it and pinned it out for examination.
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