Both had dropped the rather elaborate politeness of the dining-room, and in their faces an impartial observer would have discovered little lines of obstinate wilfulness in common; a certain hardness—sharp, indeed, in the father and softly rounded in the daughter—but hardness nevertheless, that made every compromise a bargain and every charity a discount. Ruth?" "Why the devil not? Why do you suppose she married you if she didn't love you? While you read I watched her face. Cast off this weakness. " "Ay, but he will. He is all kindness, and will overlook them for your poor father's sake —for mine. 1. What's it like, Joan?" "It's a small key, with curiously-fashioned wards. "How long will he be laid up?" "Three or four weeks, if he doesn't peg out during the night. We’re hedged about with discretions— and all this furniture—and successes! We are successful at last! Successful! But the mountains, dear! We won’t forget the mountains, dear, ever. It was clear it must be to-morrow.
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