” She said. I wanted to speak to you first. "Not a single whooper-upter! Nothing but torment and remorse … and Ruth! Children, put your arms around me. He kissed her fingers and grinned. Earles himself stood upon the threshold of his sanctum, the prototype of the smart natty Jew, with black hair, waxed moustache, and a wired flower in his button-hole. How long he sat there, reeling off this drivel, he never knew. He loved you. Ruth did not resent the use of her mind and body in this tale of adventure.
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