These passers-by who touch us but lightly and are gone, leaving the eternal imprint! So long as she lived, Ruth would always remember that embrace. "It is too late. Some of the delicate colour which the afternoon walk had brought into her cheeks had already returned. "Oh! nothin' partickler—mere curossity," replied Terence. She might be able to go on with biology, possibly even work upon the same questions that he dealt with.
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