Then suddenly with a rush came reality, came “growing up”; a hasty imperative appeal for seriousness, for supreme seriousness. That there would eventually be a lover Ruth knew; and she waited his appearance upon the scene, waited with an impatience which was both personal and literary. Between herself and yonder evil mind she had the strongest buckler God could give—love. She wondered why he was so distinctive, so unlike other men, and it never occurred to her for some time that this might be because she was falling in love with him. Here was not the individual against whom she had been warned. “There are two things to be done,” he said softly to himself. Suppose our proper place is a shrine. ” He followed up a line of thought. Marvel, in a tone intended to be consolatory.
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