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" Ruth had read from page to page in "The Child's Garden of Verse," generally unfamiliar to the admirers of Stevenson. Her hands wove through his black hair, luxuriating in its thickness. We must wave our hands at the blue hills far away there and go back to London and work. Anywhere! Moonlight and music—pleasing, you know, but quite unnecessary. ” John looked at her sympathetically. At this juncture, Sir Cecil and his followers appeared at the threshold. But I've not promised to stand by him yet; nor will I, unless he turns out an honest lad,—mind that. He glanced downwards at the impetuous torrent, which he could perceive shooting past him with lightning swiftness in the gloom. Hitherto it had been qualified by her conception of all life as a compromise, by her new effort to be unexacting of life. No, none at all.
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