His gaze
drawn, Gerald watched him dip to pick up a crushed square of white linen and a
starched object that resembled a helmet. Do not let her think worse of me
than I deserve,—or even so ill. For heaven’s sake, give him some Madeira or something,
Gerald! Anything to calm him down. Man or
woman. \"
\"It's Diedermayer. She began to look for beauty and
discover it in unexpected aspects and places. I burned it. The aunt laughed. Ruth's arm trembled and her step faltered, but he was too far away in
thought to be observant. CHAPTER V
At dinner the spinsters invited Ruth to sit at their table, an invitation she
accepted gratefully. That won’t involve references, as a bank
account would—and all that sort of thing. "
"Yon ask impossibilities," replied Jonathan, sullenly. But it strikes me there's a nigger in the woodpile somewhere, as
you Yankees say.
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