. She could hardly remember his face except for his brown hair, thick lips, and narrow dark eyes. Through all he said ran one quality that pleased her—the quality of a man who feels that things can be done, that one need not wait for the world to push one before one moved. You can do anything you please. Ruth, having decided a course for herself—that of renunciation—and having the strength to keep it, met these advances in precisely the mood they were offered. The destroying angel hurried by, shrouded in his gloomiest apparel. The Reaper is not sated yet. She leaves town to-morrow. Over these hung levels, bevels, squares, and other instruments of measurement. She moved her hand off of his knee, deliberately slow. “How dared you do yourself this injustice?” “I did it for her sake,” she answered.
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