She had been in the drawing-room for a few minutes before the gong had sounded, and had chattered gaily to every one. And thus it was that she came upon a book of Stevenson's verse—her first adventure into poetry. We have that gift. ‘You are dead, you,’ he yelled back, leaping into the seat of the final pew. ” “How could you!” She exclaimed. The mortal youth in him, then, was fascinated, the thinker, the poet; from all sides Ruth attacked him, innocently. ‘How much does he know?’ Without waiting for a reply, she turned narrowed eyes on Gerald. She read voraciously, and presently, because of her aunt’s censorship, she took to smuggling any books she thought might be prohibited instead of bringing them home openly, and she went to the theatre whenever she could produce an acceptable friend to accompany her. “It is against my husband’s orders, and I am not sure that my sister will be particularly glad to see me. "So I perceive," replied Jack. She felt a lump rise in her throat, for she had come to love living in America. ’ He clenched his fists and grew red in the face. "It is the fiend!" she exclaimed, recoiling. It is a serious accusation.
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