’ Gerald knew the caress in his voice was a trifle ironic. He would certainly welcome McClintock's advent. The letter will explain all. A shaft of searing heat plunged downward. "What is it?" "Can't you see? Together, down there; you and I!… As my wife! Both of us, never to be lonely again!… Will you marry me, Ruth?" As many a wiser woman had done, Ruth mistook thrilling eagerness for love. She had something of the feeling a Hindoo must experience who has been into surroundings or touched something that offends his caste. " Ideas are never born; they are suggested; they are planted seeds. All this Woman-who-Diddery —no damn good.
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