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She went to her own table and sat down. ’ She inclined her head, looking up at him through her lashes, and passing a tongue lightly over her lips. To Ruth the thought of Hartford no longer projected upon her vision a city of spires and houses and tree-lined streets. It was the blouse that gave Lucy away. But she did not talk readily, and in order to say something she plunged a little, and felt she plunged. " "I am calm—perfectly calm," replied Winifred. That boy—blind as a bat! Why, he hadn't seen the Woman until to-night! From the first chord of the Grieg concerto to the finale of the Chopin ballade, Ruth had sat tensely on the edge of her chair. Hitherto, no visiters had been permitted to see him. "You hay'n't hurt your arm, I trust, my dear?" he added, anxiously. “You’ll be there, right?” She asked, hearing his breathing audibly jump. \" She whirled around by instinct, frightening the boy who she had borrowed the pencil from. So I've grown hard—outside.
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