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To a woman she might have confided; but to this man, kindly as he was, it was unthinkable. Some of my schemes are already in hand. During the previous night he had been restless; and in the lonely dragging hours his thoughts had raced in an endless circle—action without progress. ‘Lover’s tiff indeed. ’ Turning, she climbed over the low haha wall. Dunster shall fetch you a cab. He had spoken impressively, and most likely Anna, had she reappeared, would have met with a fair reception. She was in one of her old walking-dresses, her hair was done in an unfamiliar manner, she wore a wedding-ring, and she looked as if she had been crying. Ruth did not reply, but stared past the doctor, her eyes misty. To even presume a lustful thought about her was to ask for one’s own death. The air, perfumed with the delicious fragrance of the new-mown grass, was vocal with the melodies of the birds; the thick foliage of the trees was glistening in the sunshine; all nature seemed happy and rejoicing; but, above all, the serene Sabbath stillness reigning around communicated a calm to her wounded spirit. “Dear me!” he said. Fixing a ferocious and exulting look upon Jack Sheppard, he exclaimed. She backed away from him.
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