‘I beg your pardon?’ said Gerald. She wanted air—and the distraction of having moving and changing things about her. Gently each time Ruth drew down the arms. They were very nice about it, in memory of your father. "My sight is failing me. I must tell somebody—and you would understand. You are not playing to-night, are you?” “Not to-night,” she answered. The marriage cannot—shall not be delayed. She kept her face downcast.
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