” Anna looked up with a doubtful smile of non-recognition. ‘I’m only a poor country wench, child. It is the only way. " Ruth laughed. Her patience was waning fast. He was tender with her as he had not been in years. He felt that he was getting on with her very slowly indeed, but he did not see how he could get on faster. “I suppose all life is an affair of chances. It seemed incredible that she and her aunt were, indeed, creatures of the same blood, only by a birth or so different beings, and part of that same broad interlacing stream of human life that has invented the fauns and nymphs, Astarte, Aphrodite, Freya, and all the twining beauty of the gods. I guess she used to pick on her for being big and fat.
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