The great gray boles of the palms reminded him of some fabulous Grecian temple. . “No, don’t interrupt me. “I cannot say more. Sensing his discomfort, she stood up and brushed lint off of the hem of her gray miniskirt. Wood rushed instantly to meet them. “We have scarcely mentioned your name. The signal of distress was evidently understood. ’ ‘But, Hilary—’ ‘Don’t you begin, Lucilla, for I won’t stand for it. 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.
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