A young man —almost a boy, slight, dark, and with his brother’s deep grey eyes—came across the room to her. If only sometimes he would grow angry at her, impatient! But his tender courtesy was unfailing; and under this would be the abiding bitterness of having mistaken gratitude for love. Amongst others, a person near the door, roused by the shriek, observed a man make his exit with the utmost precipitation. ‘I’ll wager that militiaman never rode the animal, then. Of course Ruth was not aware that in this same volume there were lyrics known the world over.
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