” She said as she rested her head against his chest, eyes unfocused on the fading sky. I am going to take you entirely at your word. Ruth was not a woman; she was a phenomenon. “For one thing, Anna,” she remarked, “we had not the slightest idea that you had left, or were leaving Paris. This is my friend, Mr. Ann Veronica could at the same time ask herself what this queer old gentleman could have meant by speaking to her, and know—know in general terms, at least—what that accosting signified.
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