‘She wants you. ” “Then she has never been my wife. I am having them to my own soirée on Monday. ” “We’ll have, thank God! ten myriad days to tell each other things. ” “But your dinner!” she protested. ‘—and what do I do? Well, we know what I do. Can you imagine how dreadful it must be for them? Most of them arrive here almost penniless. Romance! The romance of passing faces, of wires that carried voices and words to the far ends of the world, of tremendous mechanisms that propelled ships and trains! And, oh the beautiful books! She swiftly knelt upon the floor and once more gathered the books to her heart. She held it by the neck and broke the end of the bottle on the hard dirt. She was breathing hard, dragging for air, half in fright and half because the sudden effort had used up what little air she had managed to draw so briefly. I don’t. ] CHAPTER VIII Slowly Ruth entered her own room. Gradually McClintock shifted the burden to Spurlock's shoulders and retired among his books and music rolls. “Tell me,” he said; “speak to me. Taking this for encouragement, her suitor proceeded still more extravagantly.
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