" "A novelist?" cried Ruth, thrilling. “Will you tell Sydney that I will see him in the morning,” he said. She was an indignant queen, no doubt she was alarmed and disgusted within limits; but she was highly excited, and there was something, some low adventurous strain in her being, some element, subtle at least if base, going about the rioting ways and crowded insurgent meeting-places of her mind declaring that the whole affair was after all—they are the only words that express it—a very great lark indeed. Help! help!" But her cries were unheeded. I was curious about that. Abruptly the sterner look vanished and she twinkled. This Joan would hold them for a little. 100 Long ago, in Greece and in Egypt, a woman of your intelligence and beauty would have been elevated as soon as she became an adult. CHAPTER XXIV Spurlock's novel was a tale of regeneration. He turned to Ruth and McClintock. “You go home and think of all this,” he said, “and talk about it to-morrow. ” “I am staying,” she answered coolly, “at a small boarding-house near Russell Square. She stepped backwards.
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