“When are you going away?” He asked. But she veiled her feelings. " "Ruth what?" "Enschede; Ruth Enschede. He touched it again, and this time it was not withdrawn. Then he had gone away. And Pottiswick, of course. " "But you will,—won't you?" she rejoined, looking him coaxingly in the face. ‘Tie a horse behind the carriage?’ he echoed incredulously. Here's a nosegay for you, my love," she continued, opening her basket, and presenting a fragrant bunch of flowers to Winifred, "if your mother will allow me to give it you. To have the present lengthen into years! But in a few hours she would be upon her way, far lonelier than she had ever been. I ——” He stopped short. Ennison’s signet-ring had cut nearly to the bone. He is big and powerful; one of those drinkers who show it but little outwardly. I once might have married you for your beauty,—now I marry you for your wealth.
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