For all that, it is folly. ‘What is this fate?’ ‘Un mariage of no distinction. For Ruth was in love, tenderly and beautifully in love; but she did not know how to express it beyond the fetch and carry phase. Pole coolies came joggling along with bobbing blocks of jade—white jade, splashed and veined with translucent emerald green. She stopped abruptly, and looked in a flower-shop window. ’ ‘Do you take me for a fool, Hilary?’ demanded his betrothed.
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