Ruth's emotion was a primitive joy: she was essential in this man's life, and she would always be happy because he would always be needing her. She spent a very disagreeable afternoon and evening—it was raining fast outside, and she had very unwisely left her soundest pair of boots in the boothole of her father’s house in Morningside Park—thinking over the economic situation and planning a course of action. He slackened his pace as he reached the flat. Much too formal for a cosy chat between old friends. Sheppard, who witnessed this occurrence with dismay, looked timorously at Wood, in expectation of some hint being given as to the course she had better pursue; but, receiving none, for the carpenter was too much agitated to attend to her, she ventured to express a fear that she was intruding. “I never planned it—And now I have begun—” She felt acutely that he was entitled to explanations, and as acutely that explanations were impossible that night. My dear—I can call you that here, anyhow—I know that. ” Miss Stanley rose and regarded Ann Veronica fixedly.
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