I was the black sheep, I was hurried out of the way. Some man! And to conclude it all was the figure of her father in the doorway, giving her a last chance, his hat in one hand, his umbrella in the other, shaken at her to emphasize his point. "Good-bye!" For a moment Ruth was tempted to fling herself against the withered bosom; but long since she had learned repression. “One hardly knows—all the time. ” “You came—here!” he repeated, vaguely. Suddenly the Wastrel took hold of the edge and flung the table aside. “No I’m not, John. Lucy saw that perhaps she had been attracted to Martin all along.
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