" At luncheon, preoccupied in thought, Spurlock did not notice the pallor on Ruth's cheeks or the hunted look in her eyes. No idea that you were here, though. He reappeared in street clothes, his cropped hair not even damp from the shower, fresh-faced and sweetsmelling. He took her to Burger King, still amused by her taste in food. He was holding the ring to the light, and narrowly examining the inscription. "Cease your confounded clutter!" said a young man, whose swarthy visage, seen in the torchlight, struck Wood as being that of a Mulatto. Ray Plote was most certainly feeling restless, what if he had left the house for the evening? She needed to eat. She mounted the stairs of the theatrical agent’s office with very much less than her usual buoyancy, nor did she find much encouragement in the general appearance of the room into which she was shown. But here the resemblance stopped. ’ She smiled on the last words, adding, ‘Oh, I don’t blame you for trying. You certainly have not shown much desire for my society, have you?” “You have been wrapped up in your politics,” she murmured.
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