” “Can’t we arrange something? Can’t we make a sort of treaty?” “He wouldn’t keep it. Ruth's arm trembled and her step faltered, but he was too far away in thought to be observant. I had a sort of idea,” he went on, “that you were starting life all over again, and it seemed awfully plucky. ” The ants seemed to salute in attention. It wasn’t. She looked about, watching a massive green storm cloud building in the west. She let Jack go as he passed through the opening.
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