I believed that she was my wife, or she would have been safe from me. I've always been more or less music-mad. The next page was a drawing that she had made in pen and ink of his face, or what she had remembered of it. But all these hours, trying to teach the child wariness toward life, and the moment his back was turned, this! He was, perhaps, still dazed by the inner revelation—his own interest in Ruth. “You mustn’t talk any more,” he said, “but I want you to listen to me just for a moment. He took up his hat and went. “And where are YOU going?” he said. ’ ‘Tchah! Better a doubtful welcome here than a confounded French convent. I don’t idealize you.
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