" "Have you told him so?" she inquired, reproachfully. When the hero finally did appear, Ruth became filled with gentle self-mockery. Then a bit of colour flowed into his sunken white cheeks. It seemed incredible that she and her aunt were, indeed, creatures of the same blood, only by a birth or so different beings, and part of that same broad interlacing stream of human life that has invented the fauns and nymphs, Astarte, Aphrodite, Freya, and all the twining beauty of the gods. "Fool!" he cried, "do you think I wouldn't have secured you before this if I hadn't some motive for my forbearance?" "And that motive is fear," replied Jack contemptuously. He went into the study and sat down at his table, but not to write. And I, I am happy to say, am in the delightful position of being in the know. He misstated her age and address; but you can’t get home on him for a thing like that.
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