” Anna laughed softly. Unless there was some real metal in the young fool, some hidden strength with which to breast the current, Ruth would become a millstone around his neck and soon he would become to her an object of pity and contempt. She fluttered it with a trembling hand, averting her eyes from his, and he could hear her uneven breath behind it. Lad, I admire you even in your folly. “Very well,” said her father. In the distance a barrel-organ was grinding out a pot pourri of popular airs. ’ She moved quickly to the nearest bookcase, and listened intently to the sound of Jack’s voice. Her situation was perplexing her very much, and the Widgett atmosphere was lax and sympathetic, and provocative of discussion.
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