. “Thank you—for coming,” he said. You must forgive the poet’s license I take. The shops were lighting up into gigantic lanterns of color, the street lamps were glowing into existence, and she had lost her way. Here were the passionate lovers! What their past had been he neither cared nor craved to know. He had let go his name so easily as that! What was the name she had given? Ruth something; he could not remember. Do you see why I have hidden the terrible things from you? I chose you because you are my perfect mate.
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