I presume that I may not kiss you in the street?” “Certainly not, sir,” she replied, laughing. "What do you mean?" cried Winifred in alarm. A sacrifice. Five minutes ago, his butler had entered the green saloon, an austere apartment, with dark forest-green wallpaper flocked with a swirling design, and heavy mahogany furniture. Ruth was inflammable; she would always be flaring up swiftly, in pity, in tenderness, in anger; she would always be answering impulses, without seeking to weigh or to analyse them. When he awoke it was late in the day, and raining heavily. It is not well that a daughter should talk to her father as Ruth talked to hers that day. The whole story of your relationship is a fabrication. He flung aside all his talk of help and disinterested friendship as though it had never been even a disguise between them, as though from the first it was no more than a fancy dress they had put quite understandingly upon their relationship. The fact itself is regrettable enough—regrettable, I fear, is quite an inadequate word.
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