She was vehemently impatient—she did not clearly know for what—to do, to be, to experience. The real Ruth was as completely hidden as though she stood behind the walls of Agra Fort. The boy would naturally attract the women, if the women were at all romantic. She forbade him to escape to his workshop in the basement during those times, denying him his one and only hobby. The fire—if there was any in him—never made headway against this insistant demand to know the significance of these manifold inward agitations. She never had been much of a looker, but she had stopped worrying about such things long ago. Into this new world, vivid with colour, came Spurlock, receptively. “You must remember,” she said, “that you yourself are responsible for your altered looks. There's one person in the house whom I wouldn't frighten for the world. We'll get this chap on his feet if only to learn what the trouble is. I’m sorry to hurt your feelings. He kissed her fingers and grinned.
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