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He was a philosopher. She put down the sketch-books and apparatus she had brought with her, pulled out her stool, and sat down. “Why will you not be sensible? Go back to your old life and your old friends, and forget all about Paris and this absurd delusion of yours. ‘But I have been perfectly honest about that. ’ Releasing her, he turned and walked swiftly towards the door. White would not approve of callers. “Are you sorry you waited, aunt?” she said. "I've made no distinction between you, hitherto," answered Wood; "nor shall I do so, unless I'm compelled. Unless there was some real metal in the young fool, some hidden strength with which to breast the current, Ruth would become a millstone around his neck and soon he would become to her an object of pity and contempt.
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