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A dressing-room then. At the back of her mind, dim and yet disconcerting, was the perception that she herself did not know what she wanted. An hour later the doctor arrived; and after a thorough examination, he looked doubtful. ‘You do not say, “I am a gentleman born. Ennison spoke at last. Let—it—fall. He believed me when I asked him to marry me. Dorling said deferentially. She thought of her aunt and that purse that was dropped on the table, and of many troublesome and ill-requited kindnesses; she thought of the help of the Widgetts, of Teddy’s admiration; she thought, with a new-born charity, of her father, of Manning’s conscientious unselfishness, of Miss Miniver’s devotion. We don’t consider each other; we needn’t. And mind, your life,—more than your life—hangs upon your choice. Little by little the pool cleared, the whims vanished: so that both Ruth and the doctor, by the middle of the third week, began to accept Spurlock's actions as normal, whereas there was still a mote or two which declined to settle, still a kink in the gray matter that refused to straighten out. She turned the gas up in her little sitting-room, and sank wearily into an easy chair.
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