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"Why do you laugh?" she asked gravely. “It’s not for us to supplicate any more. That boy—blind as a bat! Why, he hadn't seen the Woman until to-night! From the first chord of the Grieg concerto to the finale of the Chopin ballade, Ruth had sat tensely on the edge of her chair. Wild's intention, doubtless, was to use you as far as he found necessary, and then to sell you. Forgive me. ‘Madame, I trust I see you well?’ ‘Merci. Very likely you will disapprove highly of what I have done—I wonder? You may, perhaps, think I have done it just in a fit of childish petulance because my father locked me in when I wanted to go to a ball of which he did not approve. From McClintock's came an infernal tinkletinkle, tump-tump! There was no composing with such a sound hammering upon the ear. At length the manager arrived; and together he and Ruth succeeded in getting some of the aromatic spirits of ammonia down the patient's throat. She was noisy and hilarious and enthusiastic, and her hair was always abominably done. He would be so disappointed.
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