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loneliness, the injustice of it, rolled up to her lips in verbal lava. So, step by step,
and hurt by hurt, Ruth was learning that John Smith was John Smith and nobody
else. “It is a very pleasant place,” said Ann Veronica, biting a rhododendron stalk
through, and with that faint shadow of a smile returning to her lips.
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