and those two beggars laughing as they breasted death! Girl, you've gone and done it!" He leaned down and caught her by the hand, and then raced with her to the bungalow. I’ve a dread of love dropping its petals, becoming mean and ugly. Oriental rugs adorned the sea of shiny hardwood floors, kept polished with an eye for detail that bordered on Japanese. She looked and felt like a fairy princess. She was quite unconcerned. Wood went on fuming, and the trio went on laughing for some minutes, nobody knew why or wherefore, until the party was increased by Mr. Here was Ruth Enschede—sick of love! Love—something the world would always keep hidden from her, at least human love.
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