“We played at love-making in Paris. It is no crime, none at all. A nine days’ wonder is soon forgotten. He recognized the face instantly. She was in deadly earnest in everything she did. He described her privately to himself as a splendid girl. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. The latter looked very pale, either from the effect of his wound, which was not yet entirely healed, or from suppressed emotion,—partly, perhaps, from both causes,—and wore his left arm in a sling. His only warning was a gleam of silver in the faint spill of light from the house above. Her eyebrows were lifted in expostulation. Ruth and Spurlock separated, the one embarrassed, the other utterly dumfounded. His voice had changed, the joy had gone out of it; and she understood that something from the past had rolled up to spoil this hour. ‘Why do you think I want a man ready to run to me with every move she makes?’ countered Gerald. ’ ‘That’s better. WARD, LOCK & CO.
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