His mind was filled briefly with psychic images of a charnel house that danced like a spider in his head. He started toward the dog with the idea of ejecting him, but Ruth intervened. Her grave fine face, her warm clear complexion, had already aroused his curiosity as he had gone to and fro in Morningside Park, and here suddenly he was near to her and talking freely and intimately. It has been a marvellous day—and I am going to England. How did you get into this house?’ He shrugged. “How ridiculous! Fancy you with all that money! For heaven’s sake, though, do not go about playing the Don Quixote like this. ‘It is what my father intended. She was trying to adjust the wimple, dragging at it and fighting with her loosened hair.
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