” The man’s face was dark with passion. Blackness was beginning to consume the cornfield. I suppose we’re all human beings really, but what price the sacred Institution of the Family! Us as a bundle! Eh?. Ruth obeyed, not willingly, but because there was something hypnotic in the authoritative tone. Still he looked hale and hearty, and the country life he led had imparted a ruddier glow to his cheek. Yet her aunt, with a ringed hand flitting to her lips and a puzzled, worried look in her eyes, deaf to all this riot of warmth and flitting desire, was playing Patience—playing Patience, as if Dionysius and her curate had died together. " "Decidedly so," replied Edgeworth Bess; "and I'll take this opportunity, while Jack's back is turned,—for he's grown so strangely particular,—of easing him of his snuff-box.
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