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“I want a plain word with you about all
this. 192
Her skirt had ridden almost to her hips. “I”—he seemed to have a difficulty with the word—“I love you. “No,” she said, under her breath, “you can’t face it. “Go on!” she commanded. Spurlock had found the typewriter, oiled and cleaned it, and began to practise on
it in the night. ‘Didn’t mean to say that. ” He was intrigued. "I'm sorry, Mr. Lucy replied, \"My hair has a mind of its own. Poor thing! how beautiful she looks! but how like
death!"
Deathlike, indeed, was the repose of the sleeper,—deathlike and deep. She had been in the
drawing-room for a few minutes before the gong had sounded, and had chattered
gaily to every one. . He put his free arm around her and held the censer ready; and as Ruth snuggled
her cheek against his sleeve, they were, so far as intent, in each other's arms.
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