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Chapter Seven ‘Oh, my God,’ burst from Gerald. Taber?" "Regained consciousness this morning. He was brooding over her, she could sense it, and the shadowy circles around his lovely dark eyes bespoke a terrible ongoing insomnia. His hand rested heavily and cruelly upon Ruth's shoulder. Only one thing emerged with any reasonable clarity in her mind at once, and that was that unless she was saved from drowning by an unmarried man, in which case the ceremony is unavoidable, or totally destitute of under-clothing, and so driven to get a trousseau, in which hardship a trousseau would certainly be “ripping,” marriage was an experience to be strenuously evaded. “No, no,” she cried. “I can’t! He appears to be a most immovable person. Sheppard," said Wood in a soothing tone.
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