“Oh, I can’t thank you. Spurlock understood that his vantage would be temporary; the Wastrel had been knocked down, not out. She pulled her chair with a mild creak and marched towards the stair. For Ruth grew lovelier as the days went on. Ramage leaned over the gate at Ann Veronica’s side, and for a moment there was silence. The study seemed absolutely unaltered, there was still the same lamp with a little chip out of the shade, still the same gas fire, still the same bundle of blue and white papers, it seemed, with the same pink tape about them, at the elbow of the arm-chair, still the same father. She’s as stubborn as the proverbial mule, and—’ with a sigh that felt wrenched out of him ‘—utterly captivating.
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