Spurling, you're a witness to the bet. You must forgive the poet’s license I take. ” “But you,” she exclaimed, “you are not coming. I hope you won’t think less of me, you’ve treated me so well. Yet every now and then, during the progress of the meal, his attention apparently wandered, and leaning forward he glanced covertly at Anna with a curious mixture of expressions on his face. The real Ruth was as completely hidden as though she stood behind the walls of Agra Fort.
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