. The mortal youth in him, then, was fascinated, the thinker, the poet; from all sides Ruth attacked him, innocently. ‘I’ve never found a woman who did not drive me into a frenzy of boredom. " "Couldn't … couldn't I go with you this afternoon?" "Too hot. "You needn't go far to do that," returned Quilt; "there he stands. “He means nothing!” She whispered loudly.
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