Ah! I shall never forget the figure Jack cut on that occasion. Gerald at once lowered his voice to that intimate level again, and leaned towards her. ’ The sharp eyes twinkled. All his interest in Ruth, all his care and solicitude, could now be translated into a single word—love. Gerald would not marry her even with a dowry. Love is one thing and friendship quite another. After all, that was life. “He naturally does not wish for connexions which are—I do not wish to hurt you feelings, Anna, but I must say it—not altogether desirable. Oh! that I should have nursed such a viper!" "Hear me, Sir," said Jack. ” “She’ll meet somebody one of these days—walking about like that. For every Eden, there will be a serpent; for every sheepfold, there will be a wolf. ‘What is this fate?’ ‘Un mariage of no distinction.
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