" "Well, imagination beats me!" "It's something Ruth saw. For four hours he had shifted his own troubles to the shoulders of these imaginative characters. ” Lucy’s eyes smiled and a weary closed lipped smile arose on her face. “I know nothing whatever of his friends or his home. Unless—would he hide from them as he had hidden from her? It was a big house, he said. “I cannot but conclude,” he said, “that your errand involved the recital to my wife of some trouble in which you find yourself. I can understand now these newspapers when they talk of your magnificent philanthropy. From time to time the man below would shout, and the boy would let the threads go with the snap of a harpist, only to recover them instantly. A little inn flying a Swiss flag nestles under a great rock, and there they put aside their knapsacks and lunched and rested in the mid-day shadow of the gorge and the scent of resin. You see—I didn’t understand. I want him as my friend. She felt the thrill race through her body. You are you. A vague desire to justify himself ruffled her father.
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