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Supper was quickly served; the oldest bottle of wine was brought from the cellar; the strongest barrel of ale was tapped; but not one of the party could eat or drink—their hearts were too full. To her horror she realized that she had nearly forgotten how to kiss after a years-long dry spell, and she could detect drool on her own chin and John’s cheek. And she felt that if she went home it was imperative to pay. He became primitive, literal in his conception; the ramifications were, for the nonce, fairly relegated to limbo. We are the species, and maternity is our game; that’s all right, but nobody wants that admitted for fear we should all catch fire, and set about fulfilling the purpose of our beings without waiting for further explanations. On the morrow Spurlock (who was unaware that he had offered a prayer) let down the bars to his reserve. She threw out a hand to stop herself from cannoning into them and, losing balance, tripped over her own petticoats and fell to the carpeted floor, her hat falling off as she did so. "I've done with you. What is your father's business?" The question was an impertinence, but Ruth was not aware of that. Then she threw the volume away with a little impatient exclamation.
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