Not like my father. ‘That—that—why do you speak of him?’ ‘Because I feel you ought to know,’ Gerald said calmly, but rising and watching her closely, ‘that all your trouble may be in vain. To be sure, Ruth had dimly been aware of this; but now for the first time she was made painfully conscious of it. Nothing, in short, was too extravagant to be related of it; and Jonathan, who delighted in investing himself and his residence with mystery, encouraged, and perhaps originated, these marvellous tales. "Well, how goes it?" he asked. She loped forward on unnaturally long legs and arms that swung loosely. No— no, it must never be. That's the kind, my friend, that always fall soft. ’ The core of hurt rose up, tearing at her insides.
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