Here was Ruth Enschede—sick of love! Love—something the world would always keep hidden from her, at least human love. " So saying, he re-entered the house, closed the door, and, followed by the widow, proceeded to the fire-place, where a handful of chips, apparently just lighted, crackled within the rusty grate. Winds returned, the gardens withered, and roses would not bloom. His deduction was correct that the beauty of Ruth Enschede could not remain hidden long even on a forgotten isle. And all to satisfy a succession of rapacious lightskirts.
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