167 “True love is forever, isn’t it?” It was something a child would say, a phrase she had seen scratched on bathroom walls and maple trees, but it made her sad. “How’s Mrs. "Good-bye!" For a moment Ruth was tempted to fling herself against the withered bosom; but long since she had learned repression. It must be some days before you can arrange for her to make an identification. ‘But you,’ she said in the friendliest way imaginable, ‘are a person tout à fait sympathique, I think. “Do you remember the mountains? Do you remember how we loved one another? How intensely we loved one another! Do you remember the light on things and the glory of things? I’m greedy, I’m greedy! I want children like the mountains and life like the sky. If you love me, do not allude to this subject again. Every care had been taken of it, as well as of himself, by the humane inmates of the house in which he had sought shelter. “But—” The long inconsecutive conversation by that time was getting on her nerves. They knew they were all Bogey in disguise. Muffling up his face, Jack turned away; but he had not proceeded many steps when he heard a man reading aloud an account of his escapes from a newspaper. ’ ‘Yes, but when I think about this, I do not think I can do so,’ she said candidly. ‘What in Hades d’ye mean, thanks to me? Want to blame anyone, blame that rapscallion who calls himself your father. "It's all over," groaned Wood, "and perhaps it's as well her senses are gone.
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