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. ’ Gerald laughed. “What has he to do with it?” “He was your sister’s master—her friend. '—'Pretty well,' says I; 'you're not badly off at the Friars, for that matter. She seemed to have recovered herself as he returned, but rose as if she would go back to the saloon. She got up, drew up her blind, and stared out of window at a dawn-cold vision of chimneys for a time, and then went and sat on the edge of her bed. He came to her and stood before her, waiting, the morning light dazzling his eyes. Ramage!” she cried, and struggled to her feet. She had worried in fear that the excitement would be too much for him. In your heart you know quite well that all that you have said is useless.
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