If only—Anna, tell me,” she broke off suddenly, “how did you get to know Mr. On the morrow Spurlock (who was unaware that he had offered a prayer) let down the bars to his reserve. One Friday afternoon, in this pleasant month, it chanced that Mr. The Widgett mental furniture was perhaps worn and shabby, but there it was before you, undisguised, fading visibly in an almost pitiless sunlight. Age is set, impervious to innovations. You’re NOT to go. Never had he been so intrigued. I don’t idealize you. It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron. He was wrapped in a laced roquelaure, which he threw off on his entrance into the room. She visualized him as in a policeman’s uniform and quite impassive. She posed herself before her mirror and surveyed herself with gravely thoughtful, gravely critical, and yet admiring eyes.
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