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Ruth's mind was fertile soil; for a long time to come it would be something of a hothouse: green things would spring up and blossom overnight. And a custom had grown up of a general tea at four o’clock, under the auspices of a Miss Garvice, a tall and graceful girl of distinguished intellectual incompetence, in whom the hostess instinct seemed to be abnormally developed. For a time Spurlock did not move. She became aware that at regular intervals a light flashed upon her face and a bodiless eye regarded her, and this, as the night wore on, became a torment. "I shall be obliged to hang him to keep him company. But for Ruth, he, Howard Spurlock, might have ended upon the beach, inescapably damned. ” She swept out of the room. She's the boss.
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