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“Confound sex from first to last!” said Ann Veronica. ‘One does not blow off the head of a man with whom one is in love, en effet. “I think,” he said, “that you have found the real home of the lotus-eaters. ’ ‘Parbleu, you deserve I should stick this dagger in you this minute. “Why don’t they wait?” he added. Sometimes the moon was totally eclipsed; at others, it shed a wan and ghastly glimmer over the masses rolling in the firmament. That there would eventually be a lover Ruth knew; and she waited his appearance upon the scene, waited with an impatience which was both personal and literary. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts.
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