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Ruth was strong in body and soul. Earles himself stood upon the threshold of his sanctum, the prototype of the smart natty Jew, with black hair, waxed moustache, and a wired flower in his button-hole. Mischief bubbled up in her. ‘Jacques!’ He stopped, but he did not turn. ” “Of course you don’t,” said Miss Miniver, gesticulating triumphantly with her thin hand and thinner wrist, and patting Ann Veronica’s knee. Ruth's emotion was a primitive joy: she was essential in this man's life, and she would always be happy because he would always be needing her. No matter. She felt privileged above other women at parties, where she was on display as all the duchesses and queens looked upon her with envy as he was so clearly entranced by her in every way. She hated living like that. "In the devil's name, is that you, Jack!" ejaculated Kneebone.
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