Good-bye aunt. At this time of universal havoc and despair,—when all London quaked at the voice of the storm,—the carpenter, who was exposed to its utmost fury, fared better than might have been anticipated. After all, if one could wait twenty years or more in between bouts of lovemaking, one could certainly wait a few more days. ’ There was a silence. The London backgrounds, in Bloomsbury and Marylebone, against which these people went to and fro, took on, by reason of their gray facades, their implacably respectable windows and window-blinds, their reiterated unmeaning iron railings, a stronger and stronger suggestion of the flavor of her father at his most obdurate phase, and of all that she felt herself fighting against. Nothing but the publicity of the place and the recollection of that terrible constituency kept him from attempting some perfectly respectful but unmistakable evidence of his sympathy. Ruth, having decided a course for herself—that of renunciation—and having the strength to keep it, met these advances in precisely the mood they were offered. She felt a semi-sharp object being gently impressed into her back. " "Awake!—to be sure I am, my flash cove," replied Sheppard; "I'm down as a hammer. She turned with an effort.
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