But the love of life prevailed over his fears. Ennison paused by the little gate. She flew up from her stool and faced the door. ’ ‘Fiddle,’ scoffed Miss Froxfield. ‘Very wise,’ commented Gerald. “Poor little Miniver! What can she be but what she is?. She caught her breath, and her eyes were lit with a sudden terror. She put a hand to the lad’s cold cheek and choked on a sob. "You are Ruth?" "Yes," said Ruth, stirred by anger and bitterness and astonishment. She frowned, appearing to think for a moment. She had suddenly become as the jewels of the Madonna, as the idol's eye, infinitely beyond his reach, sacred.
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