‘And so you sneak back,’ she threw at him, ‘like the jackal that you are. Now Owen Wood had one fair child, Unlike her mother, meek and mild; Her love the draper strove to gain, But she repaid him with disdain. Not these twenty year. ‘Precisely,’ agreed Gerald. Be silent, I say, if you value his safety. But I vowed that Ruth should never suffer the way I did—and do. “No,” she said at last; “I’m a human being—not a timid female. A woman has a perfect right to choose her own husband, but Nigel seemed to think that there was something a little mysterious about your treatment of him. My destiny, I am afraid, is going to lead me into the ruts. You seemed complete—without that. ’ Gerald tutted. It's gin—a liquor you used to like.
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