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“You remind me of a little blue stone I had once. I care not. It was the day I borrowed a pencil; the day we first spoke to one another. "Is she dead?" "No—no," answered Hogarth. " "I do love him," cried Blueskin, "and that's the long and short of it. Always as black and bitter as gall. Once more he begged; but as Ruth only repeated her sharp command, he spun about and raced toward the jungle. What is the use of it? I do not wish to marry you. You see, we travelled second class, and we are in the least known quarter of Paris. Know that I love you, that I will always love you. But she was not sure just how to reach it. At any rate he made it very clear that night that there was an ineradicable discord in life, a jarring something that must shatter all her dreams of a way of living for women that would enable them to be free and spacious and friendly with men, and that was the passionate predisposition of men to believe that the love of women can be earned and won and controlled and compelled.
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