‘Precisely. The thought had not even occurred to him. Until then we mean to keep on hammering away. Much too young for you. “You wish me to stay?” he asked, in a low tone. To dream and to labour: to you, my labour; to Ruth, my dreams. "My coat!" he repeated, his glance burning into hers.
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