She could visualize the picture she had presented, particularly the battered papier-mâché kitbag at her feet. " "What's the matter, Ruth?" asked Spurlock, anxiously. After all, what did it matter?—it or anything else in the world? She was within reach of his arms, beautiful, compelling, herself as it seemed suddenly conscious of the light which was burning in his eyes. Nevertheless though nearly six feet high, and correspondingly proportioned, she was a model of symmetry, and boasted, with the frame of a Thalestris or a Trulla, the regular lineaments of the Medicean Venus. Wood could not avoid making a slight shuffling sound. “Of course,” said Miss Miniver—she went on in a regularly undulating voice —“we DO please men. They incubate and grow at phenomenal speed, their hunger is tenthousand times what our greatest hunger could ever be.
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