It was noon when the caravan reached the tower of the water-clock. Every now and then she fingered an ornament, moved a piece of furniture, or rearranged some draperies. “I look older. She sat there, a mark for boulevarders, the unconscious object of numberless wondering glances. “I want you so much, Lucy. " Sir Rowland bit his lips to repress the answer that rose to them. She was curious to know why he had boarded a dingy train instead of hailing a cab or his own private chauffeur like the others in expensive suits were doing. So Ruth took another step toward her destination, which we in our vanity call destiny. ‘Is that why you allowed me in, ma’am?’ A dimple appeared in the faded cheek. At length he proceeded toward McClintock's bungalow, drawn by the lights and the sound of music. The stage manager reappeared presently, and made a speech. It had evidently seen better days before being relegated to the ministrations of a hackney coachman, one who evidently served the less affluent inhabitants of London.
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