He knew that at this moment Ruth lay upon
her bed in torment, for she was by nature tender; and the reaction of her scathing
words, no matter how justifiable, would be putting scars on her soul. But—if you are a friend of Mr. Hogarth," replied Gay. Even in this dread moment Ruth was
conscious of a pathetic interest in the scattering pencils. I’m sorry. Her eye met his four inches away, and his was glaring,
immense, and full of resolution, a stupendous monster of an eye. I have seen you with Anna, and I have not
known whether to be glad or sorry. “You are the most perfect, the most glorious of created things—tender, frank
intellectual, brave, beautiful. ”
She laughed softly.
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