" The feminine vanities in Ruth were quiescent; nothing had ever occurred in her life to tingle them into action. It was only some hours after that these ambiguous elements evaporated and vanished and loathing came, and she really began to be thoroughly sick and ashamed of the whole disgraceful quarrel and scuffle. The old-fashioned dress, with its series of ruffles and printed flowers, ballooned treacherously, revealing her well-turned leg in silk stockings, as it snapped against her body as a mould. Take my word for it, your troubles are over. I wasn't taught that; I simply fell into it from contact. "Insult you! not I;" returned Figg. I speak frankly, because you also know that no possible extremity would induce me to accept help from any living person. As she drew off her skirt she felt something in the pocket, and remembered the letter which the commissionaire at the Carlton had given her. She passed inside and upstairs without a word. They are rather a long way off, but you could write to them. “Hey,” he said, his eyes slowly adjusting to the soft blackness. She had decided that she would spend the next morning answering advertisements in the papers that abounded in the writing-room; and so, after half an hour’s perusal of back numbers of the Sketch in the drawingroom, she had gone to bed.
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