‘Why do you think I want a man ready to run to me with every move she makes?’ countered Gerald. He knew that at this moment Ruth lay upon her bed in torment, for she was by nature tender; and the reaction of her scathing words, no matter how justifiable, would be putting scars on her soul. Brendon’s had an awful stroke of luck. ‘Mademoiselle. You can’t possibly understand!” He began a confused explanation, a perplexing contradictory apology for his urgency and wrath.
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