She doesn't love you; she hasn't the least idea
what it means beyond what she has read in novels. Listening at one of the doors leading to the Master Debtors' side, he heard a loud
voice chanting a Bacchanalian melody, and the boisterous laughter that
accompanied the song, convinced him that no suspicion was entertained in this
quarter. He had
been dreaming of Ruth—an old recurrency of that dream he had had in Canton,
of Ruth leading him to the top of the mountain. Her arms and feet were uncovered, and of almost skeleton thinness. Even the basest objects sold in the
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roadside shops were beautiful in some way. “Yes, I have heard of him, and I know him by sight,” he admitted. "She has," rejoined Sheppard. “I was half hoping that I might be
allowed to see you home. "
She kindled with sympathy. Both ladies were on easy and friendly terms with
all that was best in Morningside Park society; they had an afternoon once a
month that was quite well attended, they sometimes gave musical evenings, they
dined out and gave a finish to people’s dinners, they had a full-sized croquet
lawn and tennis beyond, and understood the art of bringing people together.
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