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I’m too young 117 for this to sound right. He had been dreaming of Ruth—an old recurrency of that dream he had had in Canton, of Ruth leading him to the top of the mountain. " "And, if you want an additional inducement to do so, I can tell you there's no one —not even his mother—whom he loves so well as you. I have suffered too much from your treachery. ‘Ain’t no call for you to go a-blaming of yourself. And then, as she stood there, with the fragments of the torn canvas at her feet, some even caught upon her skirt, the door was thrown open, and a girl entered humming a light tune. "But, though the storm has spared him, I will not. His face fell. That would not help her.

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