The mortal youth in him, then, was fascinated, the thinker, the poet; from all sides Ruth attacked him, innocently. You are the one person I can understand and feel—feel right with. It seemed at first the most beautiful afternoon of all time to her, and perhaps the thrill of her excitement did add a distinctive and culminating keenness to the day. "You needn't gag me," he added, "I'll not cry out. There was a little pain, but it wasn’t anything. Sordid; but that was not Ruth's term for it; she had no precise commentary to offer.
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