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The thought of you, wandering from pillar to post, believing yourself hunted—it tore my old heart to pieces! For I knew you. Too many. She threw hat and coat on the bed and sat down before the fire. Smith, now, being more than half-seas over, became very uproarious, and, claiming the attention of the table, volunteered the following DRINKING SONG. 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. “Women know these things by instinct,” she answered. She gathered her black purse, a pointless thing made of cardboard covered in sateen and bejeweled with an assortment of rhinestones. She was perhaps as near tears as ever before in her life. I was raised in the Church.
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