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Do not disquiet yourself. “Lucy, I have to talk to you. He leaned forward to better drink her in. He rose at once to his feet and turned a white face upon her. Poor thing! how beautiful she looks! but how like death!" Deathlike, indeed, was the repose of the sleeper,—deathlike and deep. I want her to tell me the whole truth about this extraordinary marriage. The air was sweet with the perfume of flowers, and the melody of murmuring insects, the blue sky was cloudless, the heat of the sun was tempered by the heather-scented west wind. Ruth's mind was fertile soil; for a long time to come it would be something of a hothouse: green things would spring up and blossom overnight. " "Not for worlds!" exclaimed both ladies together.
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