” “I’ll pay you if I have to work at shirt-making at threepence an hour. Here was Ruth Enschede—sick of love! Love—something the world would always keep hidden from her, at least human love. I give you the plain, unadulterated truth. The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk. He did not love Ruth. Earles’ waiting-room who would march you straight off to a registrar’s office.
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