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. "Yes!" interrupted Spurlock, savagely. Bring me clothing, I beg of you. She was dressed as English girls do dress for town, without either coquetry or harshness: her collarless blouse confessed a pretty neck, her eyes were bright and steady, and her dark hair waved loosely and graciously over her ears. This last operation was so fatiguing, that for a short time he was obliged to pause to recover the use of his fingers. He was ill at ease, though he would not have confessed his disquietude even to himself.
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