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There was still the pity of understanding in Ruth's eyes. 1. “Drive to 13, Montague Street, cabman,” she ordered. She was an indignant queen, no doubt she was alarmed and disgusted within limits; but she was highly excited, and there was something, some low adventurous strain in her being, some element, subtle at least if base, going about the rioting ways and crowded insurgent meeting-places of her mind declaring that the whole affair was after all—they are the only words that express it—a very great lark indeed. Do you think that I am utterly selfish?” She raised her eyebrows. Sir John followed her gaze, and also saw them. You'll never be guided by me—never!" "Indeed, my love, you're entirely mistaken," returned the carpenter, endeavouring to deprecate his wife's rising resentment by the softest looks, and the meekest deportment. She sighed with relief. Mirrors. Majorities, right or wrong, dare not revolt. I——” The door was thrown open. It did not shock her; it amazed her, interested her beyond measure. Even the abstract paintings on the wall were gray. I’ll have to make a visit out of town. She opened the door with a neon colored key.
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