The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk. "I read those stories. He did not want Ruth to see his own stricken countenance; nor did he care to see hers, ravaged by tears. “You promised faithfully to be there,” he said slowly. "I'm dumb. “You hear him?” he remarked, looking impressively around. There’d only be endless rows if I was at home. ” They left the restaurant just as the rain slowed to a dull trickle, the fury of the storm exhausted, having left mirror puddles in its wake. I had no idea. To escape one phase of loneliness she had plunged into another, so vast that her courage sometimes faltered.
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