Even given that he was hopelessly enamoured of the wench, a fact which was obvious to the meanest intelligence. ‘Do you not understand that I can trust no one—no one?’ ‘That is a pity,’ Gerald said, rising to face her. . And, without another word, he seized the table with both hands, and upset it; scattering plates, dishes, bottles, jugs, and glasses far and wide. “It was perhaps my fault. ” This made her even angrier, so she stopped speaking to him for a week. How plainly he could see the patch of garden in the summer sunshine and the white hollyhocks nodding above the picket fence! ***** Ruth sat waiting for the half hour, subconsciously. Perhaps in the beginning the women made fools of themselves over him. He filled the rôle of comrade which Spurlock dared not enact, at least not utterly as he would have liked.
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