I have often felt before that it is only when one has nothing to say that one can write easy poetry. ’ ‘The word of whom?’ came scoffingly from the pretty lips. ’ ‘What name would you like, then?’ Her shadowed features turned in his direction. He did not want Ruth to see his own stricken countenance; nor did he care to see hers, ravaged by tears. ’ ‘What husband?’ ‘Precisely. I'm one of those unfortunate duffers who have too much imagination—the kind who build their own chimeras and then run away from them. A fierce struggle ensued. ” She turned a firelit face to her husband.
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