In a little while—to-morrow—all these tender, beautiful emotions will pass away, and I'll become what I was yesterday, a cynical, miserly old spinster. A Hand that strove to reach his shoulder, relentless, soulless but lawful. He had been dreaming of Ruth—an old recurrency of that dream he had had in Canton, of Ruth leading him to the top of the mountain. But she could not live in constant association with him without having these gaps filled. And, mind! no prevaricating—nothing but the truth will satisfy me. He wanted her named Mary. .
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