As the novel grew Ruth was astonished to see herself enter and dominate it:
sometimes as she actually was, with all her dreams reviewed—as if he had
caught her talking in her sleep. Gerald sympathised with his friend’s irritation. He pushed her to his bed, little more than a cot, and
pulled off her clothes. After all, you failed in obtaining the secret from her, Sir Rowland. Between his lectures—and primarily he was an itinerant lecturer—he
manoeuvred in vain to acquire some facts regarding the girl, who she was,
whence she had come; but always she countered with: "What is that?" Guileless
she might be; simple, never. "
"My dear," said the hospitable carpenter, "I dare say Mr.
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