’ ‘I don’t know that there is so much to tell. She would be extraordinarily interesting as a metaphysical study. She sat there, a mark for boulevarders, the unconscious object of numberless wondering glances. Mr. Around her neck was a little gold chain. At the same time he comprehended that she was as pure and lovely as the white orchid of Borneo and that she did not carry that ridiculous shield called false modesty. But I will not believe you. ’ ‘He doesn’t sound like a desirable parti. It is not well that a daughter should talk to her father as Ruth talked to hers that day. She knew that to expect more now was like anticipating a gold-mine in the garden. His throat filled; he wanted to weep. If you noticed, our house is fairly close to the road. We propose to disregard all our ties, all our obligations, all the established prohibitions of society, and begin life together afresh. She says that everyone in the house makes too much noise, my Dad snores, and that when the house is empty, the traffic noise is nearly deafening. Every word you utter puzzles me.
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