There was granite in her face and agate in her eyes. The hurricane appeared to have raged in this quarter with tenfold fury. When she came in after dinner that night, Ruth was no longer an interesting phenomenon, something figuratively to tear apart and investigate: she was talismanic. About many of these houses hung a mysterious taint as of something weakly and commonly and dustily evil; the women who negotiated the rooms looked out through a friendly manner as though it was a mask, with hard, defiant eyes. "You poor child!" Prudence took Ruth's hands in her own. " "Well, it's mighty fine of you to break your journey in this fashion—for someone you don't know, a passer-by. “No doubt about that,” Meddoes continued. ” Sir John frowned. . ‘I knew I should find you still here.
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