A fresh cool breeze blew in their faces. The ladies were, as usual, very gaily dressed; and as usual, also, had resorted to art to heighten their attractions— From patches, justly placed, they borrow'd graces, And with vermilion lacquer'd o'er their faces. “So am I the jewel or the bug inside?” He smiled. "I wonder," said Ruth. I'll send you word when I catch him. And the fences are down for good. “Have you not heard?” she said.
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