He—In fact, he—he locked me in my room. ’ She turned and swept away from him, pacing the length of the room to the window Gerald had unshuttered. "What is it you want?" she asked, as she held out the coat. While he was stirring his tea, she ran and fetched the comb. 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. ’ His face changed, all the humour and tenderness leaving it in an instant. Now he thought she was so foolish that she knew only one stroke.
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