laws alone swamp our small staff. Ruth could not be told now. I believe that I have heard my sister speak of you. She remained by the door until the walls of the city swallowed the bobbing lantern. We were to ransom you, then we would fake your death, play as if the kidnappers had executed you. For in life there is but one hour: an epic or an idyll: all other hours lead up to and down from it.
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