Her tears dissipated as she began to convulse, completely devoid of any spare fluid. Pure luck! If the boy had grown a moustache or a beard, a needle in the haystack would have been soft work. "What is it?" "Can't you see? Together, down there; you and I!… As my wife! Both of us, never to be lonely again!… Will you marry me, Ruth?" As many a wiser woman had done, Ruth mistook thrilling eagerness for love.
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