The McCloskeys had picked Lucy from a bunch of children languishing at the Illinois Christian Home for Children. He had removed his silk hat, and now sat looking at Ann Veronica over an untouched cup of tea; he sat gloating upon her, trying to catch her eye. Was he really awake? The arrival and departure of this strange father lacked the essential human touch to make it real. It was not due to shyness: it was the inherent instinct of the Woman, a protective fear that she must retain some elements of mystery in order to hold the interest of the male. From the Sha-mien to the yacht, Spurlock had uttered no word; though, even in the semi-darkness, no gesture or word of Ruth's escaped him. But though he made Blueskin and Kettleby his chief marks, he missed both. Hitherto it had been qualified by her conception of all life as a compromise, by her new effort to be unexacting of life. Anna leaned over so that he needed only to whisper. \" She said, bashful. I'll wait for you down here. But here was new music, tender and kindly and whimsical, that first roved to and fro in the mind and then cuddled up in the heart. When the paroxysm passed, he was forced to lean against the window-jamb for support. "Married!—no—no," replied the woollen-draper.
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