" "May I trust you?" hesitated Thames. At the back of the house, on a bank, rose an old-fashioned terrace-garden, full of apple-trees and other fruittrees in blossom, and lively with the delicious verdure of early spring. "I'll admit that. It was as if the Devil himself had raped and defiled her mother. ” He extended his hand. Deep silences came between them. It had thrust her back with an undignified scuffle, with vulgar comedy, with an unendurable, scornful grin. Ruth crossed over to the dramatist of this tragicomedy and put a hand on his shoulder. But some day she would find a place to love: there would be rosy apples on the boughs, and there would be flurries of snow blowing into her face. ‘Dead then, is he?’ ‘If I could say that he is dead, it would give me very much satisfaction.
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