Where was the expected message from this captain, who had promised to send her word at the instant Gerald returned to town. She got up, put the neat cuffs she had made into her work-basket, and went to the bureau for the little cards in the morocco case. Her head was downcast as she studied the museum-like exhibits of various dusts on the resilient tile flooring. She wished her father and aunt would not enjoy their dinner with such quiet determination. The gallant woollen-draper was now in his thirty-sixth year. She decided to go on, after a momentary halt. "What's become of Ruth?" "Gone to her room.
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