. . "I lost a very valuable one some time ago. Obviously he is still interested. With a cry of triumph, he rose, the sword hilt grasped in his fingers, the point
swishing up towards her. I can’t love you. ” He said, uncrossing his arms. She looked down at him and saw that the sunlight was gleaming
from his cheeks, and that all over his cheeks was a fine golden down of delicate
hairs. The joy that filled her veins with throbbing fire urged her
to rise and go swinging and whirling and dipping. "But I'm a
blackguard, too, Ruth. It warms me, and lights me, and fills my world with flowers. Instead, you are willing to go to a place like that where you ought not to be
allowed to think of showing yourself.
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