And later they paddled in a boat above the mysterious deeps of the See, and peered down into the green-blues and the blue-greens together. Spurlock stared at Ruth across the rim of his bowl. But some day she would find a place to love: there would be rosy apples on the boughs, and there would be flurries of snow blowing into her face. All four people moved a little nervously into the drawing-room, maintaining a sort of fluttered amiability of sound and movement. The wine was sweetened with cinnamon and cloves and rare edible flowers, which her father had instructed her not to drink excessively of.
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