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’ ‘Eh?’ Almost Melusine betrayed herself at his startled look. What he needed most in this hour was a bottle of American rye-whisky and a friendly American bar-keep to talk to. Through a blur of tears Ruth followed the rocking light until it vanished. A hush descended across the audience as instruments tuned, creating small ladders of fifths that collapsed abruptly, snatches of solos that disappeared and reappeared like gags in a house of mirrors. The night before they made McClintock's Ruth and Spurlock leaned over the rail, their shoulders touching. And opposite to him, with a book in his hand,—but it couldn't be a prayer-book,—sat Jonathan Wild, in a parson's cassock and band. Her aunt had summoned up an altogether too vivid picture of her father as the masterful man, overbearing, emphatic, sentimental, noisy, aimless. She addressed him in a tone of puzzlement.
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