Instinctively she knew—some human recollection she had inherited—that she must not disturb him in this man-agony. The word "criticism" had no concrete meaning to her then; no more than "compromise. After he was gone in the morning, Ruth would steal into the study and hurriedly read what he had written the previous night. Ennison,” she exclaimed, “is that really you?” There was no sign of embarrassment in her manner. " "Ay, here I am," said Jack, throwing off his hat and wig, and marching towards the group, amongst whom there was a general movement of surprise at his audacity. Certain it was, that the slightest sound aroused him.
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