Sometimes—a lonely forlorn child—she had gone to him and put her arms around his neck. Ruth wore a printed cotton kimono. He beamed as she whispered to 22 him that she had seen a table so fine or tasted such wonders. She listened, listened intently for several minutes. All her pride raged at me. I have established a fine trade. But I dare not accept it. “You shall go,” he declared. I don't care how soon he learns that he has lost his adopted son.
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