She had thought it a mirror, because it was her. “I wonder,” she said, “why one writes him sentences like that? It’ll have to go,” she decided, “I’ve written too many already. Red apples and snow! How often had these two things entered his thoughts since his wanderings began? Red apples and snow!—and never again to behold them! "I am going out for a little while," she said. “Second class,” said some one, but first and second were all alike to her. “He is not—I don’t like him. He could not kiss Ruth because the acquired conscience—struggling on its way to limbo—made the idea repellant. I have come to take you home; and hereafter my word will be the law.
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