“There ought to be a Censorship of Books. You'd better lose no time. Ruth felt his hand grow cold as it slipped from hers. The air became hot and swollen with June humidity. Then she looked up the sweep of pine-trees to the towering sunlit cliffs and the high heaven above and then back to his face. She come home within a few months of the wedding. I'm safe enough if you hold your tongue.
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