All the influences about her worked with her own predisposition and against all the traditions of her home and upbringing to deal with the facts of life in an unabashed manner. Beyond the steps was a pole-chair in readiness. “I will not have this slavery. He was sipping a glass of cold gin and water, and smoking a short black pipe. Forgive me?” She pleaded. Here was no crooked soul; a little weak perhaps, impulsive beyond common, but fundamentally honest. “Fearful old fogey! I can’t imagine any sister of yours putting up with him for a moment. “Whither away?” he said, very distinctly in a curiously wheedling voice. " He paused, and not without malice. " "A novelist?" cried Ruth, thrilling.
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