‘Don’t, miss,’ uttered the boy. I'll tote it myself. . That same adventurousness that had already buoyed her through crises that would have overwhelmed any normally feminine girl with shame and horror now became uppermost again. The soil was identical, the climate; still, they would not bear the Olympian fruit, with its purple-lined jacket and its snow-white pulp. She even thought that perhaps she might come to love him, in spite of that faint indefinable flavor of absurdity that pervaded his courtly bearing. He was also, had she known it, more than a little insincere. Ruth was something to study for future copy; she was almost unbelievable.
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