His gangling body was clothed in rusty twill trousers and a long black seersucker coat, buttoned to the throat, around which ran a collar which would have marked him the world over as a man of the Word. “Guess who I’m going out with?” Michelle asked her one day at lunch. Her whole conduct and tone had been modest and ladylike. The room in which this interview took place had a sordid and miserable look. Then, in a few years, he and Ruth might fare forth in comfort and security. With a strong tendency to satire, but without a particle of malice or ill-nature in its display. His cheeks were puffy, and his eyes blood-shot. Charming girl.
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