I gather you wish to go up in some fantastic get-up, wrapped about in your opera cloak, and that after the festivities you propose to stay with these friends of yours, and without any older people in your party, at an hotel. ‘Yes, very rude,’ agreed the major. The curve of his shoulders, the very angle of his feet, expressed relief at her apparent obedience. ’ She shook her head sadly. I had no idea. She met the keen grey eyes of a clean-shaven man, between forty and fifty, quietly dressed in professional attire. How little he knew about Ruth—the background from which she had sprung! He knew that her father was a missioner, that her mother was dead, that she had been born on this island, and that, at the time of his collapse, she had been on the way to an aunt in the States. She waited for him to leave the room, and turned back to Gerald. 270 “Curse that boy!” He chuckled and stomped the water. She was in one of her old walking-dresses, her hair was done in an unfamiliar manner, she wore a wedding-ring, and she looked as if she had been crying. Perhaps these few words were the first real conscious words he had uttered in days. She felt like a dried-up old woman.
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