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It was a perfect windless spring day, a Sunday. He was in the house with his mother. “I believe,” he said slowly, “that I shall do best to throw myself upon your consideration and tell you the truth. She tried gentle words with him, beguiling perfumes, even slipped aphrodisiac tisanes into his soup. He wondered if, after all, McClintock wasn't nearest the truth, that Ruth was one of those unfortunate yet innocent women who make havoc with the hearts of men. Only au revoir.
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