Ruth and Spurlock separated, the one embarrassed, the other utterly dumfounded. He beheld a tall gaunt man, his brown face corrugated like a winter's road, grim, stony. You went even to our rooms and saw my sister. She fidgeted and looked away. “For Heaven’s sake, no,” she answered quickly. The thought of their faces, and particularly of her aunt’s, as it would meet the fact— disconcerted, unfriendly, condemning, pained—occurred to her again and again. “I am bored,” she said abruptly. CHAPTER XII. Very well. He's worth a dozen of you. ’ She tries every way of earning a living and fails. “Until a girl can go away as a son does and earn her independent income, she’s still on a string.
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