She was about to rush to his side, when she saw his clenched hands rise and fall upon the sand repeatedly. She took refuge in beating her pillow and inventing insulting epithets for herself. " Ruth stood with drawn brows; she was trying to recall. Watching her strip had been delicious for him, and a part of him enjoyed her self-consciousness acutely. “Oh, Veronica!” she said, “to leave your home!” She had been weeping. Wood's dwelling,—a plain, substantial, commodious farm-house. " The girl's blood ran warmly for a minute.
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