He was accompanied by a young man of about seven-and-twenty, who carried his easel, set it in its place, laid the canvass upon it, opened the paint box, took out the brushes and palette, and, in short, paid him the most assiduous attention. Ray Plote was most certainly feeling restless, what if he had left the house for the evening? She needed to eat. The man muttered something inaudible, and gathered up the reins. Pull yourself together now. The recollection of all her unhappiness, the loveless years, the unending loneliness, the injustice of it, rolled up to her lips in verbal lava. Meat pies with sweet crust were stuffed with macaroni, steaks of pork and beef were pounded thin and grilled rare, capons had been marinated in plum wine and cinnamon, and veal sausages stewed in cream were served over fine noodles: all the dishes that he loved were present. "I'll have my cot in here," said Spurlock to Ruth, "where this table is. And yet—Wait a little, you’d better have every bit of it. "The intelligence seems new to you.
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