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There was a
photo of her that looked exactly like you. Upon a
table, where they had been hastily deposited, on the intelligence of Darrell's
accident, lay a pair of pink kid gloves, bordered with lace, and an enormous fan;
the latter, when opened, represented the metamorphosis and death of Actæon. It was at breakfast on this day that he told Ruth he had sent to
Batavia for some dresses. “And, after all, I am
just one common person!”
She watched the throb of the arteries in the stem of her neck, and put her hand
at last gently and almost timidly to where her heart beat beneath her breast. On the north stood the battlements of one of the towers of the gate. Guiltily, she felt very little for him, and yet she wondered
what he would be like.
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