There he stands. “Only—I have come face to face—with something terrible, and wholly
unexpected trouble. I will neither stir hand nor foot for you more. "
Prudence felt the hands stiffen oddly; and again the thought came to her that
perhaps this poor child's father had once been, perhaps still was, in the same
category as this Taber. But she certainly remembered that when she was a
little girl he sometimes wore tennis flannels, and also rode a bicycle very
dexterously in through the gates to the front door. He was
completely, devastatingly handsome. You say you
love me and want to marry, but those are strong, potent
words, words meant to last a lifetime. "
"There isn't an angel in heaven, Ruth, purer or sweeter than you are. Are you prepared to
do it?”
Her hands clenched. Past her shot the little old lady in the bonnet, running incredibly fast, but
otherwise still alertly respectable, and she was making a strange threatening
sound as she ran, such as one would use in driving ducks out of a garden—“B-rr-r-r-r—!” and pawing with black-gloved hands. “Compromise—and kindness. And yet she knew it was not fair to call her a foolish girl. Drink this!”
He poured out a glass of wine with a firm hand, and held it to her lips.
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