” “I like Constance very much. " At luncheon, preoccupied in thought, Spurlock did not notice the pallor on Ruth's cheeks or the hunted look in her eyes. She rehearsed the story of her forlorn long lost mother in her head, what she would say to the theorymongers. ‘—and I love your raven hair, and your bright blue eyes, and your very kissable lips—’ suiting the action to the words ‘—and I love the crazy way you speak English, and the way you curse at me. “Thank you,” he said, “for letting me back. We were two people with a craving. You have to marry me. It was a gray day in the spring of 1910. Even then it sent Spurlock spinning backward, to crash against the wall.
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