“Don’t bunch too much as you come out,” she added. ‘Her own,’ Gerald replied. ‘Laisse-moi,’ she threw at him, her brief attack of sobs already ended, although the trace of tears on her cheeks bore witness to its sincerity. Ann Veronica was in their very forefront. The noise was raucous. “Yes,” she said, very faintly. ‘Will you stop hedging? I’m hanged if I go on with this ridiculous cat and mouse game. Gerald did not know who she was, but he knew who she was not. Her mouth was worthy of her face; with small, pearly-white teeth; lips glossy, rosy, and pouting; and the sweetest smile imaginable, playing constantly about them. Immediately beneath her lay Willesden,—the most charming and secluded village in the neighbourhood of the metropolis—with its scattered farm-houses, its noble granges, and its old grey church-tower just peeping above a grove of rook-haunted trees. But Ruth was his woman, and he had sworn to God to defend her. Until the age of five she adored him.
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