" "That's better. "The poor young man!" she said. She wondered even at this late day how she had been able to hold her maddening curiosity in check. “I wonder,” he said, “how you would like to be made love to—boldly or timorously or sentimentally. " "You'd better take care of your mother's son instead," rejoined Blueskin. She grew perhaps a shade paler, and she glanced out into the street, where her four-wheeler cab, laden with luggage, was still waiting. The pieces fell to the ground in a little white shower. His interest was divided: while his ears drank in the sounds, his glance constantly roved from Ruth to the performer and back to Ruth. Kneebone's cheeks glowed with rage, and he set down the wine untasted, while Blueskin resumed his song. She was a swan among geese, trying to look plain and dowdy.
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