Never had her father explained. What was he doing? What was he thinking? It was less than a day now, less than twenty hours. “Come,” he said, “this is capital, capital. ‘Stay, Saling!’ The butler halted, looking round enquiringly. To Ruth the thought of Hartford no longer projected upon her vision a city of spires and houses and tree-lined streets. Determined, however, not be taken with life, he held on. Beauty doesn’t mean, never has meant, anything—anything at all but you.
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