She was inclined to think that perhaps for a girl the converse of his method was the case; an older man, a man beyond the range of anything “nonsensical,” was, perhaps, the most interesting sort of friend one could meet. His hand went with an almost instinctive inquiry to his jawbone again. Only her ungloved fingers, and the arms in their long tight sleeves as she held the heavy gun aloft, bore any sign of stiffness. But recently he had asked God to pile it all on him; and God had added this, with a fresh portion for Ruth. Cursing himself for his inertness, Jack soon shook off this drowsiness, and set to work in earnest.
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