He laughed to hide his uneasiness. When he was concentrating, deep shadows formed under his gray eyes. Ruth stared into the painted face, now sundrily cracked by the coursing tears. ’ ‘But where? Where has he gone? Always he goes off, and he says no word to anyone. Oh dear!—how sorry I am I ever left Wych Street. It was his particular hobby, and the leisure he had to apply to it had given him a remarkable appraising eye. ‘We mean you no harm,’ he said reassuringly.
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