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He handed Ruth a letter. What has been the matter?” “Toothache,” he answered laconically. For the most part these were detached people: men practising the plastic arts, young writers, young men in employment, a very large proportion of girls and women—self-supporting women or girls of the student class. “After all,” she said, “if this person will not be reasonable, I am afraid——” It was enough. Earles strode into the waiting-room. He was no doubt doing his best to express the attitude of society toward these wearily heroic defendants, but he seemed to be merely rude and unfair to Ann Veronica. ‘She won’t confide in you? Now, why?’ ‘Because that scoundrel Leonardo drummed it into her head that no man was to be trusted,’ Gerald announced viciously. The bed-and table-linen were of the finest texture. All right really. A very small settlement, mostly natives. Already the seed of a tender dream was stirring. He’s a prig to the finger-tips, is Sir John—doesn’t know what an artist is. Spurlock halted in his tracks. Gerald, I mean, not Madame Valade.
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