Her white shirt was ridiculously utilitarian, but fitted in all the right places, he smirked. She wondered wildly why she had stood up. Over an old crazy bedstead was thrown a squalid, patchwork counterpane; and upon the counterpane lay a black hood and scarf, a pair of bodice of the cumbrous form in vogue at the beginning of the last century, and some other articles of female attire. Here was the same Ruth who had left him a few minutes since: the same outwardly; and yet…! On the ninth day Spurlock was up and about; that is, he was strong enough to walk alone, from the companion to his chair, to lean upon the rail when the chair grew irksome, to join Ruth and his employer at lunch and dinner: strong enough to argue about books, music, paintings. ‘Else she would not have married that ne’er-do-well only because Jarvis proposed him to her. It is only the women matter. She wore a black satin dress, a little shiny at the seams, a purposeless bow of white tulle at the back of her neck, and a huge chatelaine. I barely prevailed sometimes, but in the end, my wits were faster than their steel. “My Mom was a good lady. I suppose the phrase—the word—originally meant a man who searched for food on the beach.
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