Mr. We can love on a snow cornice, we can love over a pail of whitewash. ’ He flushed. "I did see them on the platform of the bridge—the child and his preserver! They were not struck by the fallen ruin, nor whelmed in the roaring flood,—or, if they were, they escaped as I escaped. To be sure, Ruth had dimly been aware of this; but now for the first time she was made painfully conscious of it. I am a man—of a sort of experience. ’ ‘That’s right,’ agreed the militiaman, coming forward to stand before her. From where had he come, and why? An author! To her he would be no less interesting because he was unsuccessful.
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