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Mrs. Ruth, standing by, heard his true laughter for the first time. He handed Ruth a letter. The life of a girl presented itself to her as something happy and heedless and unthinking, yet really guided and controlled by others, and going on amidst unsuspected screens and concealments. ” It was a tiny little room, daintily furnished, individual in its quaint colouring, and the masses of perfumed flowers set in strange and unexpected places. Ann Veronica surveyed his sloping back for a moment, and then drew her microscope toward her. He saw her eyes pass him and settle on a fleetingly pretty strawberry blond girl and her effeminate father. It had her raven locks, her pouting lips. She ought to have been disposed to faint and scream at all these happenings; she ought to have maintained a front of outraged dignity to veil the sinking of her heart. ” “No,” he said, and tried again: “but I must tell you quite definitely that I feel it to be my duty to forbid any such exploit.
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