Master, your humble servant. " "I feel bewildered," said Ruth. ’ ‘It’s immaterial, in any event,’ Roding put in. The real tragedy—which he sensed and toward which he was always reaching—eluded all his verbal skill. “And you brought her a man, I presume. Heaven knows why! They don’t marry most of us off now until high up in the twenties. At the back of the house, on a bank, rose an old-fashioned terrace-garden, full of apple-trees and other fruittrees in blossom, and lively with the delicious verdure of early spring. “Why can’t you tell people that you are what you are? Why all the secrecy?” She looked beyond the farmhouse.
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