shouldn’t be friends. "Take me, then," replied the widow. Presently he became filled with astonishment over the singular fact that Ruth was eluding him in fancy as well as in reality. “Listen, Annabel,” he said hoarsely. The class laughed, a few putting their hands to their foreheads in a military salute to mock her. She didn’t trust Gianfrancesco, you know, she called him a ‘bad husband’. "Constance—or, rather, Mrs. “Annabel at last,” he shouted. “Do you remember the mountains? Do you remember how we loved one another? How intensely we loved one another! Do you remember the light on things and the glory of things? I’m greedy, I’m greedy! I want children like the mountains and life like the sky. In the discussion there was the oddest mixture of things that were personal and petty with an idealist devotion that was fine beyond dispute.
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