Maybe the girl was telling the truth, and then again, maybe she wasn't. But his treasured dream lay shattered at his feet. She contrived to break down the barriers of shyness at last in one direction, and talked one night of love and the facts of love with Miss Miniver. “NO!” she said, at last, with something in her voice that reminded Ann Veronica of a sprung tennis-racket. “Let me introduce my friend to you,” Courtlaw said. He did not know—and probably never would unless she told him—that it was very easy (and comfortable for a woman) to fall into slatternly ways in this latitude. The fire still burned brightly. “How do you feel?” she asked. Unless there was some real metal in the young fool, some hidden strength with which to breast the current, Ruth would become a millstone around his neck and soon he would become to her an object of pity and contempt. “It’s Ennison, isn’t it?” he exclaimed.
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