"Shall I take the babby home with me!" persisted Wood, in a tone between jest and earnest. It would have been the right idea, had Ruth been other than what she was. She turned into the study, sat down at the table and fingered the pencils, curiously stirred. She threw hat and coat on the bed and sat down before the fire. “Sir John of course disapproves of me,” she remarked slowly. Day after day for a measured hour in the lecture-theatre, with elaborate power and patience, Russell pieced together difficulty and suggestion, instance and counter-instance, in the elaborate construction of the family tree of life. Her father—man of rock—had never needed her, whereas Hoddy, even if he did not love her, would always be needing her.
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