" He offered cigars, and Ruth got up. “Stop,” he said. One has to be so careful. I want to be your knight, your servant, your protector, your—I dare scarcely write the word—your husband. . She listened with dumb fear in her eyes. Ann Veronica sat firelit by her tea-tray with, quite unconsciously, the air of an expert hostess. Wood was scarcely seated before Mr. Kneebone's habitation, the shutters of which were closed, and knocked at the door. E.
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