It was at breakfast on this day that he told Ruth he had sent to Batavia for some dresses. “I wonder,” she said, “why one writes him sentences like that? It’ll have to go,” she decided, “I’ve written too many already. “Then we must try and make London endurable for you,” he remarked cheerfully. ” “God send you may never repent it!” cried Capes. It ran in rivulets down her face, penetrating her hood and the thick quilting of her coat. . . Instantly seizing it, the young man placed it in the carriage, shut the door, and commanded his servants to drive off. “I’m damned if I’ll believe it,” he muttered to himself savagely. “I’ll get a towel.
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