‘Oh my God,’ uttered Gerald in some dismay. ’ What would you tell her?” “If she asked advice, I should say she wasn’t fit to do anything of the sort. "Have a moment's patience, Sir Rowland," returned Wild; "and you shall hear. I've left mine on the spikes of the New Prison, and must borrow yours. Certain simple purposes emerged from the disingenuous muddle of her feelings and desires. Accompanied by Sir Cecil, who still continued passionately enamoured of his sister, and to whom he represented that she had fallen a victim to the arts of a seducer, he set off, at fiery speed, for the metropolis. Then, presto! What a dreary lot they are when the revellers lay aside the motley! Ruth had come from a far South Sea isle. Above the housetops it was different. He hasn't found himself, as they say. Why? While the front of his mind was busy warning her not to fall into the hopeless miseries of underpaid teaching, and explaining his idea that for women of initiative, quite as much as for men, the world of business had by far the best chances, the back chambers of his brain were busy with the problem of that “Why?” His first idea as a man of the world was to explain her unrest by a lover, some secret or forbidden or impossible lover.
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