" The feminine vanities in Ruth were quiescent; nothing had ever occurred in her life to tingle them into action. Sir John and Annabel seated themselves at one of them, and the proprietor himself, a small dark-visaged man, radiant with smiles, came hurrying up, followed by a waiter. “Stuffy these trees make the Avenue,” said Mr. Did you really doubt if I knew?” “No. ‘I’m following a scent.
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