It was nearly one o’clock; but there were lights still in all her windows. In the present instance she did not want any interference; she did not want the doctor's wisdom to edge in between these two young fools and spoil the drama. She loped forward on unnaturally long legs and arms that swung loosely. Leonardo had not taught her to do so. Little by little the pool cleared, the whims vanished: so that both Ruth and the doctor, by the middle of the third week, began to accept Spurlock's actions as normal, whereas there was still a mote or two which declined to settle, still a kink in the gray matter that refused to straighten out. Jove, he didn’t take to it kindly, I can tell you. ‘Who’d believe me? And I’d have to tell my part in it all, too. I'm always shy the price of the ticket home. It developed into a sort of secret and private bad manners.
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