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He knew that at this moment Ruth lay upon her bed in torment, for she was by nature tender; and the reaction of her scathing words, no matter how justifiable, would be putting scars on her soul. He was a stranger. Most of it had been incomprehensible to her, or comprehensible in a way that checked further curiosity, but the figure of Vivien, hard, capable, successful, and bullying, and ordering about a veritable Teddy in the person of Frank Gardner, appealed to her. When her shock and the headache subsided, and she remembered that she had been reading the letter when Gosse had accosted her, she looked for it in vain. It’s well hidden, miss. And yet, she would be easy prey in her present state of mind to any plausible, attractive scoundrel. "But I can guess what it's for. ’ ‘I do. Notwithstanding the remonstrances of Wood and Winifred, Thames instantly followed the domestic, and found a man, with his face muffled up, at the door, as she had described. “And you must please not look at me as though I were an executioner,” she declared lightly. ’ ‘Damnation!’ Gerald burst out, crossing towards her. ’ Gerald drew his breath in sharply as Lord Charvill took a step towards his granddaughter, thrusting out his head. ‘You, soldiers,’ she yelled.
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