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“Been sitting on the doorstep almost for
two hours. She liked the high, easy swing of the thing over its big
wheels, the quick clatter-patter of the horse, the passage of the teeming streets. "
"Gem'men o' the votch!" cried Sharples, as loudly as a wheezy cough would
permit him, "my noble pris'ner—ough! ough;—the Markis o' Slaughterford
——"
Further speech was cut short by a volley of execrations from the angry guardians
of the night. “You call yourself an artist—
but you have no temperament. Certain simple
purposes emerged from the disingenuous muddle of her feelings and desires. A
pig, yes, a little. "
In the living room Spurlock's glance was constantly drawn toward Ruth; but in
fear that she might sense something wrong, he walked over to the piano and
struck a few chords. She had
finally managed to start breaking him down. For a few minutes, she appeared scarcely sensible of his
presence. ”
The figure of her aunt, a little distant, a little propitiatory, behind the coffee
things, filled her with a sense of almost catastrophic adventure. Afraid, no doubt, he thought
grimly, that her other visitor would leave. Even so much allusion as this to that
family shadow, she felt, was an immense recognition of her ripening years. Look! Is that some one
coming out?”
The front door of the flats stood open, and through it a woman, slim and veiled,
passed on to the pavement and turned with swift footsteps in the opposite
direction.
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