The thought caused him an odd kind of pang—of pity, naturally. She got up, drew up her blind, and stared out of window at a dawn-cold vision of chimneys for a time, and then went and sat on the edge of her bed. ” “I say,” she reflected, “you ARE rather the master, you know. The other lay unconscious in a heap. ‘Bête,’ she flung at him. ’ ‘How can it be in dispute?’ frowned Mrs Sindlesham. The doctor turned quickly and made for the door, which he opened and shut gently because he was assured that Ruth was listening across the hall for any sign of violence. She perceived she had never really thought of any one but herself in all her acts and plans.
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