“Are you a special sort of clergyman,” she said, after a pause, and looking down her nose at him, “or do you go to the Universities?” “Oh!” he said, profoundly. He reached a silver cigar and cigarette box from the sideboard and put it before his father-in-law, and for a time the preliminaries of smoking occupied them both. " The feminine vanities in Ruth were quiescent; nothing had ever occurred in her life to tingle them into action. It was the last thing she felt like drinking. I’d need to be out of my senses. Perhaps in two or three weeks.
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