Not at all. "What do you want?" he asked, in a gruff voice. She closed the book that she had been pretending to read and gathered her black umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she despised. He took a handful of almonds and raisins that she held out to him—for both these young people had given up the practice of going out for luncheon—and kept her hand for a moment to kiss her finger-tips. Her depression since the “accident” had possessed her, she no longer cared how she looked as her beauty helped her not. Sheppard, "and, if it please you to visit your indignation on any one let it be upon me, and not on your excellent husband, whose only fault is in having bestowed his charity upon so unworthy an object as myself. “Does a bear shit in the woods?” He said. I shall never come back. Will you come sensibly, or shall I carry you? You are mine!" Ruth's peculiar education had not vitiated the primitive senses; they were always on guard; and in a moment such as this they rushed instantly to the surface. .
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