I
——”
He stopped short. He was an officer, and a person of very great
sense, and altogether a desirable parti. It seemed to emanate from the back of
the house. Where can we sit down and talk?”
He led her across the room towards a window recess, in which a tall, fair young
man was seated with an evening paper in his hand. Little by little the pool cleared, the whims vanished: so that both Ruth and the
doctor, by the middle of the third week, began to accept Spurlock's actions as
normal, whereas there was still a mote or two which declined to settle, still a
kink in the gray matter that refused to straighten out. Everything, Miss Miniver said, was “working up,” everything was “coming
on”—the Higher Thought, the Simple Life, Socialism, Humanitarianism, it was
all the same really. Living,
he knew that he would never send that letter.
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