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3. She became angry with herself. “What do you mean?” she asked. " "Ruth what?" "Enschede; Ruth Enschede. ” “You came—here!” he repeated, vaguely. " There was a brief, breathless pause. And yet—he thought of the supper party where he had met Annabel Pellissier, the stories about her, his own few minutes’ whispered lovemaking! He was a self-contained young man, but his cheeks grew hot at the thought of the things which it had seemed quite natural to say to her then, but which he knew very well would have been instantly resented by the girl whom he had just left. And pouring the contents of a small powderflask into a bumper of brandy, he tendered him the mixture. “I am only sorry that I did not ask you to go with me. “I too am asked. "Be silent," said Jonathan, striding deliberately into the room; "these cries will avail you nothing. There were no evidences of any struggle, no overturned chairs or disarranged furniture. No blowzy barmaids for him to-day: an American bar-keep to whom he could tell his troubles and receive the proper meed of sympathy. There was more shouting.
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