’ Pierced to the heart by the poignancy of this utterance, Gerald could neither move nor speak. Mrs. "Shall I fetch it for you, Sir?" "By all means. 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. Furious shouting, and the thunder of running feet. ” His walk became a jovial saunter. Good-bye aunt. She admired his backside as he fetched a blue towel from his bathroom. And let us go on with our evening.
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