"No offence," returned Jonathan. The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. As soon, however, as the last solemn rites were over, and the remains of the unfortunate woman committed to their final resting-place in Willesden churchyard, his firmness completely deserted him, and he sank beneath the weight of his affliction. To prevent the leaves from blowing about, should a blow develop, he distributed paper weights. She was caught by an uncle, whose opinion she valued, making faces at Roddy because he had exulted at this. Painting is only one slender branch of the great tree. What marriage really meant (aside from the idea of escape), Ruth had not the least conception, no more than a child. To-day is for the sights; the other three days—lessons.
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