’ ‘Gracious heaven, Gerald! If your dear mama could not drag you to the altar, I am hardly likely to succeed. "He is dying?" whispered Ruth. ’ She frowned suddenly. " "That 'ud be no such easy matter," replied the countryman. Her little bedsitting-room was like a lair, and she went out from it into this vast, dun world, with its smoke-gray houses, its glaring streets of shops, its dark streets of homes, its orange-lit windows, under skies of dull copper or muddy gray or black, much as an animal goes out to seek food. "Hear me, Sir Rowland!" he cried. Accepting his glass from the butler, Gerald glanced at Mrs Sindlesham and saw a dimple peep out.
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