He removed his cockaded hat, putting it down between them as he sat at the other end, placing himself at an angle and, crossing his legs, leaned back at his ease, his eyes fixed on her face. . The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting. He knew not how to act, urged as he was in two directions. Running his hand hastily over it, he was startled to find it one complicated mass of bolts and bars. Ruth could tell the doctor; she could bare many of her innermost thoughts to that kindly man; but there was an inexplicable reserve before this young man whom she still endued with the melancholy charm of Sydney Carton.
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