Ruth was inflammable; she would always be flaring up swiftly, in pity, in tenderness, in anger; she would always be answering impulses, without seeking to weigh or to analyse them. “Can you spare me forty pounds?” she said. “No, she just worries that I’ll go Satanic and start chomping the heads off of bats and mice or something. The fanatic has no such word in his vocabulary. To Ruth the thought of Hartford no longer projected upon her vision a city of spires and houses and tree-lined streets. So go up-stairs and get your things together while I look out for a hansom. “I ought to look up Gwen,” she said. Whenever I feel particularly gregarious, I take the launch and run over to Copeley's and play poker for a couple of days. The chair was torture. Upon the steps leading to the gates of the church stood two persons whom Jack instantly recognised. The Widgett mental furniture was perhaps worn and shabby, but there it was before you, undisguised, fading visibly in an almost pitiless sunlight. ” “She didn’t say she’d met any one. " "For every hurt she has, I shall have two. On this side stood the instruments with which the latter piece of pleasantry had been effected,—namely, a bucket filled with paint and a brush: on that was erected a trophy, consisting of a watchman's rattle, a laced hat, with the crown knocked out, and its place supplied by a lantern, a campaign wig saturated with punch, a torn steen-kirk and ruffles, some halfdozen staves, and a broken sword.
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