“He is a sad blunderer. His interest was divided: while his ears drank in the sounds, his glance constantly roved from Ruth to the performer and back to Ruth. ” She turned herself to one side and propped her head in her hand. Not even, it seemed, this interfering monsieur le major. He spent a good deal more money and time than he could afford upon the little room at the top of the house, in producing new lapidary apparatus and new microscopic accessories and in rubbing down slices of rock to a transparent thinness and mounting them in a beautiful and dignified manner. ” She declared. Can’t face a scandal. "Give me till to-morrow," implored she, "and if I can bring myself to part with him, you shall have him without another word. " "But, Lord, man!—don't you ever get lonesome?" "Don't you?" "I'm too busy.
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