Then a handkerchief was thrown over the cage, to prevent the bird from singing; it was her favourite canary. Sheppard, who had again looked round towards her son, beheld a hand glance along the side of the woollendraper. She reminded him of his linnet, when he gave the bird the freedom of the house: it became filled with a wild gaiety which bordered on madness. I thank God for the beauty you love and the faults you love. The mortal youth in him, then, was fascinated, the thinker, the poet; from all sides Ruth attacked him, innocently. Love stories!… A sob rushed into her throat, and to smother it she buried her face in a pillow.
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