They did not care— servant or master, it meant nothing. The uncanny directness of those gray eyes, the absence of diffidence, the beauty of the face in profile (full, it seemed a little too broad to make for perfect beauty), the mellow voice that came full and free, without hesitance, all combined to mark her as the most unusual young woman he had ever met. Wild is a friend of yours, I'm sorry for what I said. Also she made little pussy-like sounds of a reassuring nature. Ruth is not another man's wife; she is all your own, for better or for worse. Under the plumed hat, her eye kindled.
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