” “We’ll have, thank God! ten myriad days to tell each other things. A granddaughter of mine!’ The idiocy of this notion stuck in his craw and he could think of nothing else for a moment. On the floor was a handkerchief, a little morsel of lace. Unless he has killed someone. Try your luck with Jarvis Remenham—if you will. Believe me, it will be better by far that you should consent to marry me. Here was the same Ruth who had left him a few minutes since: the same outwardly; and yet…! On the ninth day Spurlock was up and about; that is, he was strong enough to walk alone, from the companion to his chair, to lean upon the rail when the chair grew irksome, to join Ruth and his employer at lunch and dinner: strong enough to argue about books, music, paintings.
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