When the hero finally did appear, Ruth became filled with gentle self-mockery. He drew her away from this thought. “So you’re the one my son has been talking about. Spurlock relaxed, suddenly, and sank deeply into his pillows. I cannot let you go. There is nothing but your pride which stands between us. Blueskin is booked. She had thought—What had she thought? That this dependence of women was but an illusion which needed only to be denied to vanish. She shuddered. Won’t you let me—can’t I be of any assistance?” He was obviously in earnest.
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