" The feminine vanities in Ruth were quiescent; nothing had ever occurred in her life to tingle them into action. Mr. Michelle tossed her hair like a young colt flicking its tail. “You are afraid,” she said, “that the young man who thinks that he is my husband has upset me. But luncheon and dinners you will sit at my table. Jack was not half your age when he died.
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