I have come thirteen thousand miles for this young fellow; I'm ready to go galloping thirteen thousand more. She could see that she was now the exclusive object of the boy’s attention. These passers-by who touch us but lightly and are gone, leaving the eternal imprint! So long as she lived, Ruth would always remember that embrace. “Do you want some of mine?” “Yes. Knowing the South Seas from hearsay and by travel, he knew something of that inertia which blunted the fineness, innate and acquired, of white men and women, the eternal warfare against indifference and slovenliness.
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