Miss Klegg and the youngest girl made a vigorous attack on Miss Garvice, who had said she thought women lost something infinitely precious by mingling in the conflicts of life. ’ Gerald reached out and took her hand, enclosing it between both his own. ” He cried traitorously. "No," replied Jack. ’ The lady’s face came round, a puzzled frown on her brow. If the boy had done anything wrong back there in the States, his would be the brand of conscience to pay him out in full. " So Ruth heard about the poets; she became tolerably familiar with the exploits of that engaging ruffian Cellini; she heard of the pathetic deafness of Beethoven; she was thrilled, saddened, exhilarated; and on the evening of the twelfth day she made bold to enter the talk. He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt, crashing music. She got into rows through meddling with their shoes and tennis-rackets, and had moments of carefully concealed admiration when she was privileged to see them just before her bedtime, rather radiantly dressed in white or pink or amber and prepared to go out with her mother. “Didn’t you know he was married?” asked Miss Klegg, and was struck by a thought that made her glance quickly at her companion.
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