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Her soul was full of the sense of disaster. ’ ‘Parbleu, but I find you excessively rude,’ she snapped, marching to meet him. "It's better," observed Sheppard, meaningly. It wasn’t clear to me that I had to explain. “Don’t befool me any more,” he answered, almost roughly. ‘You will like to marry me, yes?’ she pursued. Analysis would come later, when the primitive conscience, satisfied, would cease to dominate his thought and action. Plain, wide-mouthed, freckled, and ugly, she was an instantly jealous creature, her saving grace that she took no pains to mask her extreme dislike 47 of petite, pretty girls. Thus, more and more Ruth turned to the mongrel dog who bore the name of Rollo unflinchingly—the dog that adored her openly, shamelessly, who now without a whimper took his diurnal tubbing. He was brooding over her, she could sense it, and the shadowy circles around his lovely dark eyes bespoke a terrible ongoing insomnia. Ruth sighed; Spurlock stood up and drew his hand across his forehead as if awakening from a dream.
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