] CHAPTER VIII Slowly Ruth entered her own room. She struggled not to be afraid. What he there noticed occasioned a marked change in his demeanour. My name is Ferringhall—Sir John Ferringhall. ” “Give me your blessing? I didn’t ask for it. ’ Then she came closer and put her hand on his chest so that it rested on the braid that decorated his scarlet coat. My mind is full of ideas and images that I have been cherishing and accumulating—dreams of travelling side by side, of lunching quietly together in some jolly restaurant, of moonlight and music and all that side of life, of seeing you dressed like a queen and shining in some brilliant throng—mine; of your looking at flowers in some old-world garden, our garden—there are splendid places to be got down in Surrey, and a little runabout motor is quite within my means. And they had an idea of what men were like behind all their nicety. She had never felt so acutely the desire for free initiative, for a life unhampered by others. We had better have it over.
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