‘—and what do I do? Well, we know what I do. “Then why the devil,” he demanded, “do you let me stand you dinners and the opera—and why do you come to a cabinet particuliar with me?” He became radiant with anger. Ruth's gaze wandered from the printed page. She, perhaps, displayed herself rather consciously as a fine person unduly limited. I gather you wish to go up in some fantastic get-up, wrapped about in your opera cloak, and that after the festivities you propose to stay with these friends of yours, and without any older people in your party, at an hotel. One swift glance about the room, and a sensation of grim foreboding swept through him. Leave me my blanket! I'm very cold at night.
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