She hung about his chair, followed him to the door, touched his sleeve timidly, all the while striving to pronounce the words which refused to rise to her tongue. He did not want Ruth to see his own stricken countenance; nor did he care to see hers, ravaged by tears. “Why not?” He asked.
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