He stooped to recover it, and his face was hidden. It was as if the
Devil himself had raped and defiled her mother. “Where am I?” he muttered. There was a round table covered, not
with the usual “tapestry” cover, but with a plain green cloth that went passably
with the wall-paper. She was the social leader of Morningside Park,
and in her superficial and euphuistic way an extremely kind and pleasant
woman. His expression altered. And don’t tell me what you’ve been up to, dashing off to
Remenham House with that Kimble lad, and Lord knows what besides, because I
don’t want to know. ’
The lad Kimble moved swiftly to the door and walked out of the room. The real Ruth was as completely hidden as
though she stood behind the walls of Agra Fort. He saw the flames burst from the windows, and perhaps in that maddening
spectacle suffered torture equivalent to some of the crimes he had committed. "I am going to give you a try. I think it inadvisable—I don’t want an intimacy to spring up between
you and a man of that type. "
"All right, then. He's
a model of conjugal attachment and fidelity, a pattern to his family, and an
example to his neighbours. So go up-stairs and get your things together while
I look out for a hansom.
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