On a bench at the foot of the trees, with a pipe in his mouth, and a tankard by his side, sat the worthy carpenter, looking the picture of good-heartedness and benevolence. She had never felt so cold, she felt even colder than she had in the water. The idea of Ruth as a talisman against misfortune—which he now recognized as a sick man's idea— faded as his appreciation of the absurd reasserted itself. Shari was snoring, the pill having worked its magic. He seemed happy with her, finding her proper and seemly. She dreaded living off the land again, like an animal, as she had done for dozens of years at a stretch. ‘I’m damned if I see what you have to complain of,’ uttered Charvill, a faintly bewildered note underlying his irascibility. I wonder if she has any idea how oddly beautiful she is?" Ruth at that precise moment was engaged by a relative wonder. And if one were to love some one very much, it’s just so that one would be blindest, just when one wanted most to see. 82 She was putting a manuscript away, gingerly locking its heavy tooled cover, but it was a huge, awkward tome. He installed Anna in a comfortable easy chair, and placed his own between her and the door.
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