“Until you marry, Vee,” said Hetty. He had been dreaming of Ruth—an old recurrency of that dream he had had in Canton, of Ruth leading him to the top of the mountain. She rested her head upon his shoulder. ‘You won’t get a thing out of her. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. He opened it—just off-hand, and then when he saw what it was he hit at the table and sent his soup spoon flying and splashing on to the tablecloth.
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