He thought of his severe attitude towards the girl who was rightly and with contempt refusing his measured help. “I don’t know whether I shall go on,” said Gwen, a novel note of languorous professionalism creeping into her voice. Both Ruth and McClintock came down to the launch to wish him God-speed and good luck. Beneath the hood it was evident that her rebellious hair was bound up with red silk, and fastened by some device in her ears (unless she had them pierced, which was too dreadful a thing to suppose!) were long brass filigree earrings. It frightened her to behold her heart and mind thus laid bare; but the chapter following would reassure her. The sidewalk resonated with the pounding of cold rain by the time she left the building. A couple of gilt straight-backed chairs only. The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk.
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