I never met your sister in Paris, but I heard about her more than once. “My sister,” she murmured, “is so independent. I saw him lying on the footway. There was a gentle rustling of skirts. “I can tell you are thinking about it. Here was Ruth Enschede—sick of love! Love—something the world would always keep hidden from her, at least human love.
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