\"What did you do?\" Mike asked. He had been ill; no matter about that: he recollected every thought that had led up to it and every act that had consummated the deed. I’ve a dread of love dropping its petals, becoming mean and ugly. The will to live had returned. For Ruth grew lovelier as the days went on.
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