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At last—I told a story. To these she added the wine and spirits directed, and when all was arranged looked inquisitively at her master. Jonathan, however, still lingered. ‘Yes, I thought you’d say that. I had no curiosity of that kind. ‘I’ll play you at your own game,’ he growled, holding the foreshortened foil in place with rigid control. Rather! Who could help it?” He towered up over her and smiled down at her in his fatherly way. She and Courtlaw drove homewards together. "What is it?" "Can't you see? Together, down there; you and I!… As my wife! Both of us, never to be lonely again!… Will you marry me, Ruth?" As many a wiser woman had done, Ruth mistook thrilling eagerness for love. To divide the agony into two spheres so that one would mitigate the other. She had come to despise those who were fertile out of pure jealousy, but could not admit it to herself. ” “Fine. David Courtlaw.
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