He put his free arm around her and held the censer ready; and as Ruth snuggled her cheek against his sleeve, they were, so far as intent, in each other's arms. She seemed smitten with a paroxysm of fear. She loved to be there, taking part in it all, breathing it, being it. , or that she had a care in the world. “I propose,” Sir John said, “that we pay for our dinner—which we haven’t had— tip the garçon a sovereign, and take a cab to the Ritz. I’m glad the old sore is assuaged. Whenever Ah Cum (whose normal stride was sufficient to keep him at the side of her chair) pointed out something of interest, she had to strain the cords in her neck to focus her glance upon the object. She never forced the issue, it was their father’s job.
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