She wanted to think of him as her beloved person, to be near him and watch him, to have him going about, doing this and that, saying this and that, unconscious of her, while she too remained unconscious of herself. ’ ‘Forgive me, but if that is the case, I don’t quite see why you should run away. To-morrow he might be sorry; but to-day, this hour! She rose, not quickly, but with a dignity which only accentuated her beauty. Visiting? Dressed for it, certainly. Ruth's mind was fertile soil; for a long time to come it would be something of a hothouse: green things would spring up and blossom overnight. Water sprung from the corners of the school roof, turning it into a gigantic fountain. Wood. Wild is a friend of yours, I'm sorry for what I said.
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