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She could not look at him through an interval that seemed to her a vast gulf of time. " "You will never become that, Ruth. Something seemed to dredge up from the recesses of her memory and she brightened. He was a Wiltshire Edmondshaw, a very old family. 47 was no more than a sort of railway compartment on the way to that. ‘For that, I must conceal that I also have enjoyed the kiss. I bring you tidings of an old friend. He whispered in her ear. The open windows were above them now and, unless the intruder were to lean out, they could not possibly be seen.
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