" In the living room Spurlock's glance was constantly drawn toward Ruth; but in fear that she might sense something wrong, he walked over to the piano and struck a few chords. White’s,” she said, “and if he is going to persist in this delusion, we cannot both remain here. I suppose this is the sort of damned rubbish—” “Oh! Ssh, Peter!” cried Miss Stanley. Prudence shook her head. “Never heard anything of it.
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