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“What has he done? “What shall I do. There was a wild light in her eye, and her straight hair was out demonstrating and suffragetting upon some independent notions of its own. Its walled heaved with black mildew and sea-salt. I worshipped her and subdued myself. Then, in a few years, he and Ruth might fare forth in comfort and security. Hill again—alive. I'll bet you haven't given her a bucket of paint in three years. They must have a key. "I love you like a son, and will follow you like a dog. Here was an appalling fact: all her previous loneliness had been trifling beside that which now encompassed her and would for years to come.
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