Ruth went on to explain. “Promise. She fell with a plop onto her rear end in the mud and sat dumbly like a statue, water eddying around her. A glance sufficed to show the young man how matters stood. He ushered them with an amiable flat hand into a minute apartment with a little gas-stove, a silk crimson-covered sofa, and a bright little table, gay with napery and hot-house flowers. He did not pocket it, but sat hefting it lightly from hand to hand, watching the girl thoughtfully. “You are in a private room of St. In the presence of the husband of his mistress Rollo was always dignifiedly cheerful, but he never leaped or cavorted as he did when alone with Ruth. She put down the sketch-books and apparatus she had brought with her, pulled out her stool, and sat down.
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