I was stupid—stupid and impulsive beyond measure to burst upon you in this way. It was warm, shielding, comforting, and what was more, full of understanding. ’ He threw one arm across his own chest and clapped himself on the shoulder. . The joy of being loved thrilled her as nothing before had ever done, a curious abstract joy which had nothing in it at that moment of regret or even pity. Ruth could not very well object, since an air of distinction would go with Taber. "Why came she here?" "She could not resist the hand of fate which drew her hither," replied Sir Cecil, mournfully. Wood.
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