"And so shall I," replied Edgeworth Bess. Through all this flutter of novelty there came and went a solicitous, preoccupied, almost depressed figure. She saw her mother, her pale face, a woman in a white robe, calling to her from a sun drenched balcony. The times were such that, with the opinions he entertained, he could not remain idle. Now that I recall, it probably wasn’t the best source for engineering plans. There were white men with families, a fine mission-house, and a club-house for cards and billiards. The darkness prevented the carpenter from discerning the features or figure of the stranger; and the ceaseless din precluded the possibility of holding any communication by words with him. "Why does she weep?" Ruth wanted to know. Her grave fine face, her warm clear complexion, had already aroused his curiosity as he had gone to and fro in Morningside Park, and here suddenly he was near to her and talking freely and intimately. You’d think with as much dick as she gets that she’d cheer up. Her recent attitude towards him was undoubtedly a pose.
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