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The haste to send her upon her way now had but one interpretation—the recognition of his own immediate danger, the fear that if this tender association continued, he would end in offering her a calamity quite as impossible as that which had happened—the love of a man who was in all probability older than her father! The hurt was no less intensive because it was so ridiculous. ‘But I have been perfectly honest about that. I am sorry, but you have spoilt me. Paintings sold off the walls. Where is he?" "Here," answered Jack. ‘How she pouted, and tried to make out that she had been imposed upon. " The feminine vanities in Ruth were quiescent; nothing had ever occurred in her life to tingle them into action.
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