Will you marry me?” Anna looked at him in blank amazement. Sometimes it seemed to him that he was an impostor: that Ruth believed him to be one Howard Spurlock, when he was only masquerading as Spurlock. It was dry, as if she had powdered it. She felt he was going to say something more—something still more personal and intimate. She turned into the study, sat down at the table and fingered the pencils, curiously stirred. "Leave me alone with him a moment," said Jonathan. ” “Why shouldn’t I go?” “It isn’t a suitable place; it isn’t a suitable gathering. Though scarcely two hours past midnight, it was perfectly light. To her mind, recalling the picture of him the night before, there had been something tragic in the grim silent manner of his tippling. She was obliged to concede that his features were pleasing, his strength and vitality attractive; and there was no denying how well this uniform of a militia suited his figure, which was lean and powerful both. To Capes he was almost deferential, and she had never seen him deferential in the old time, never. “It is too late for visitors,” she remarked.
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