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Where the stuff came from was always a mystery. " "May I trust you?" hesitated Thames. Ruth flashed in and out of the sunshine; and he took note of the radiant nimbus above her head each time the sunshine touched her hair. As she talked she made weak little gestures with her hands, and she thrust her face forward from her bent shoulders; and she peered sometimes at Ann Veronica and sometimes at a photograph of the Axenstrasse, near Fluelen, that hung upon the wall. “The thing I feel most disposed to say, Miss Stanley,” he began at last, “is that this is very sudden. No! I do not even know that he cares for me. ’ She looked up again and smiled sweetly.
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