Here was Ruth Enschede—sick of love! Love—something the world would always keep hidden from her, at least human love. McClintock, striking a match to relight his cigar, broke the spell. She hated the manor. ‘What has that to say to anything?’ ‘Nothing at all,’ smiled Lucy nervously. ‘Word has it that she is English on her father’s side. She heard the ocean in the distance, waves crashing on the beach, high tide.
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