"But, pardon my intrusion. " Ruth walked to the companion. It’s well hidden, miss. Of all crafts,—and it was the only craft his poor father, who, to do him justice, was one of the best workmen that ever handled a saw or drove a nail, could never understand,—of all crafts, I say, to be an honest man is the master-craft. A swift frown brought the still dark brows together for a moment. I’m afraid I’m a terribly clumsy fellow. To-night they say he will be conscious. Next instant he had her immobilised, her hands behind her back, her chest crushed to his, the white veil slipping once again. The doll she had never owned, the cat and the dog that had never been hers: here they were, strangely incorporated in this sleeping man. ’ The lady hesitated a moment, her eyes seeming to measure the distance between where he stood and the door. She felt very awkward as she stared at 103 the top of his ashen hair. ’ ‘Do you indeed?’ rejoined the old lady, twinkling at him, and urging him towards the door.
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