Teddy overtook her, a little out of breath, his innocent face flushed, his straw-colored hair disordered. Ruth flashed in and out of the sunshine; and he took note of the radiant nimbus above her head each time the sunshine touched her hair. 277 “I was beginning to think that I would never see you again, Lucy. ‘What mischief?’ ‘I don’t know, but I’ll go bail you’re at something.
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