He had been dreaming of Ruth—an old recurrency of that dream he had had in Canton, of Ruth leading him to the top of the mountain. It might be that the boy had taken one drink too many, or someone had given him knock-out drops. “What year was 221 that, about 1350?” He asked in wonderment. “It’s very late. His demeanour then was sober enough to lend colour to that belief. " "And you must have risked much to obtain it, my love. Nevertheless she withdrew her hand.
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