“I have hurt my father,” she said; “I have hurt my aunt. But always this new phase in life which civilization called convention threw up barrier after barrier. Much to her annoyance, therefore, Winifred was left alone with the woollendraper, who following up a maxim of his own, "that nothing was gained by too much bashfulness," determined to profit by the opportunity. He looked at her in some embarrassment. He reached a silver cigar and cigarette box from the sideboard and put it before his father-in-law, and for a time the preliminaries of smoking occupied them both. Do not mistake me. The touch of his lips neither thrilled nor alarmed her, because the eyes that looked into hers were clean. And yet—such is the buoyancy of youth—within a fortnight he began his first novel, pretending to himself that it was on Ruth's account. Her canines had receded, but were still 166 prominent. Your career at the bar had given you a command of language, also a self-control not vouchsafed to us ordinary mortals. At last she glanced at a little clock in the corner of the room, and sprang to her feet. ” He paced the room for a minute or two restlessly. You were afraid of me, afraid that I should have been shocked, afraid of the scandal.
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