‘Laisse-moi,’ she threw at him, her brief attack of sobs already ended, although the trace of tears on her cheeks bore witness to its sincerity. He took about five minutes. "There!" she cried, laughing, "that'll teach you to lay hands upon me again. Stories … love stories: and to-morrow she would know the joy of reading them! It was almost unbelievable; it was too good to be true. She fell into another slumber, one which was more like a blackout. Ruth's mind was fertile soil; for a long time to come it would be something of a hothouse: green things would spring up and blossom overnight. I hope she falls off the face of the planet. Still, I suppose Melusine can always sell the house.
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