"Good-bye!" For a moment Ruth was tempted to fling herself against the withered bosom; but long since she had learned repression. "My horses, Charcam," he said, as a servant appeared. It was one of the secret troubles of her mind, this grotesque twist her ideas would sometimes take, as though they rebelled and rioted. “You are late,” she murmured. “If one half of the stories about Meysey Hill are true,” he answered, “I would not stretch out my little finger to save his life. She took up one of her father’s novels and put it down again, fretted up to her own room for some work, sat on her bed and meditated upon the room that she was now really abandoning forever, and returned at length with a stocking to darn.
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