’ The girl bit her lip and backed a little, while her husband shifted to stand at her side. I’ve never seen her quite so sure of herself. Here was an experienced man of the world, her friend, who evidently took a great interest in this supreme topic and was willing to give her the benefit of his experiences! Why should not she be at her ease with him? Why should not she know things? It is hard enough anyhow for a human being to learn, she decided, but it is a dozen times more difficult than it need be because of all this locking of the lips and thoughts. But never mind that. Her father was right: Ruth must never know. His body had been maimed many times. But to go courting a slave-girl, at the risk of physical hurt! A shudder of distaste wrinkled her shoulders. He fell back upon the pillows with a little moan, clutching the slim white fingers fiercely. The galleries adjoining it were crowded with spectators,—so was the roof of a large tavern, then the only house standing at the end of the Edgeware Road,—so were the trees,—the walls of Hyde Park,—a neighbouring barn, a shed,—in short, every available position. You’re dealing with me now, not Gerald. "The gen'l'man'll be here directly.
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