He had been dreaming of Ruth—an old recurrency of that dream he had had in Canton, of Ruth leading him to the top of the mountain. She would have just to keep the fifteen pounds until she could make it twenty. “Is that plain?” she asked. ” At the sight of her tears his expression changed to a mingling of triumph and concern. This was his sister, evidently in the last extremity. ‘You would like? And do you imagine that I will tell you?’ ‘Won’t you?’ ‘No, a thousand times. . ’ ‘What matters it?’ cried Melusine impatiently. She examined Michelle’s pale face. . He was the junior of both his sisters, co-educated and much broken in to feminine society.
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