" "Footsteps are approaching," cried Thames. Cathy's eyebrows perked up. Unless there was some real metal in the young fool, some hidden strength with which to breast the current, Ruth would become a millstone around his neck and soon he would become to her an object of pity and contempt. ” He made a step toward her. “It’s Ennison, isn’t it?” he exclaimed. Twice she smiled, but not unkindly. “I’ll turn you here. At the threshold of the study he bade her good-night; but he did not touch her forehead with his lips. "Can I help you, Jack?" asked Thames, taking up a plane.
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