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’ An expression of livid fury contorted the young man’s face and he thrust the coins back at the major. At the back of the house, on a bank, rose an old-fashioned terrace-garden, full of apple-trees and other fruittrees in blossom, and lively with the delicious verdure of early spring. Ruth drank in these intellectual controversies, storing away facts. "You hesitate—you are deceiving me. In this room was my ruin begun: in this room it should be ended. It was denied him, for as he closed his eyes—though but for an instant—the whole scene of his former visit to the place rose before him. He would never recognize me now. Let's get one idea into our heads. If I had been quite quiet and white and dignified, wouldn’t it have been different? Would he have dared?. “Splendid you are looking to-day, Miss Stanley,” he said. They then clambered over a hedge, and scaling another wall, got into the garden at the back of the house. She attacked his hair resolutely.
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