Her aunt, a faded, anæmic-looking lady of somewhat too obtrusive gentility, was still sitting with her hand pressed to her heart. The tree-lined streets were silent except for the sporadic revving of glass packs down Church Avenue. Jack was completely overcome. Her amusement fled and she stared at him, as a slow thump began beating at her breast. "By the way," said the doctor, as he sat down in the dining room of the Victoria and ordered tea, "I've been thinking it over. " At luncheon, preoccupied in thought, Spurlock did not notice the pallor on Ruth's cheeks or the hunted look in her eyes.
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