Come to take leave. He was silent. He had a quick, shrewd, merry eye, and a look in which duplicity was agreeably veiled by good humour. The mortal youth in him, then, was fascinated, the thinker, the poet; from all sides Ruth attacked him, innocently. She loved Florence, wandering the huge markets which bustled day and night. Still it was possible, and the difficulty was only a fresh incitement. ’ Gosse blinked. “In five minutes I shall be ready. But, by Jove! you are fierce! You are like those Roman women who carry stilettos in their hair.
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