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" The Wastrel tried to reach Ruth's lips. ’ ‘Indeed, I’m beginning to think so,’ he said ruefully. But that other world, in spite of her resolute exclusion of it, was always looking round corners and peeping through chinks and crannies, and rustling and raiding into the order in which she chose to live, shining out of pictures at her, echoing in lyrics and music; it invaded her dreams, it wrote up broken and enigmatical sentences upon the passage walls of her mind. We dressed it in a little music. She doesn't understand; she believes he has taken a sudden dislike to her. “I am so sorry to have startled you,” she said, “but I was startled myself. \" They talked until midnight most nights. It was exactly as Sebastian had foreseen. "An American. "Where's Thames?" he hastily inquired. The day was so darkly overcast that she had to turn on the small white porcelain lamp that sat upon the makeup crowded vanity. ’ Melusine shook him off. I felt—wrapped in thick cobwebs. The latter gentleman did full justice to the good things before him; but he drank sparingly, and was visibly annoyed by his companion's intemperance. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled.
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