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“Get out of the car. It was as much accident as anything, but she had
killed him. "What is it?"
"Can't you see? Together, down there; you and I!… As my wife!
Both of us, never to be lonely again!… Will you marry me, Ruth?"
As many a wiser woman had done, Ruth mistook thrilling eagerness for love. ‘I’ll play you at your own game,’ he growled, holding the foreshortened foil in
place with rigid control. "
"Hold your tongue, hussy!" cried her husband gruffly. “I had a faint idea once that things were as you say they are, but the affair of
the ring—of the unexpected ring—puzzled me. “I’ve been,” she said, “forbidden to
come. Outside stood a
stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased
mass of spiky bottle-black hair. At the
open door stood a young man in a rich garb with a mask on his face, who was
encouraging the mob by words and gestures. Shall we sit outside and drink a petit verre of something to give us an
appetite while dinner is being prepared?”
“Certainly not,” she answered.
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