’
‘We are not all of us so empty-headed, Melusine,’ pleaded Miss Froxfield. The person, shortly afterwards ushered into the room, seemed by the imperfect
light,—for the evening was advancing, and the chamber darkened by heavy
drapery,—to be a middle-sized middle-aged man, of rather vulgar appearance,
but with a very shrewd aspect. Straitened circumstances would not have mattered; a mother would have
managed somehow. Only, he'll be an
interesting specimen for me to observe. And I want him out of uniform. Her fanciful imagination no longer drew
pictures of the aunt in the doorway of a wooden house, her arms extended in
welcome. Already he was dramatizing Ruth, involving her, now in some pearl
thieving adventure, now in some impossible tale of a white goddess. To-night there seemed to be a new brilliancy in her eyes, a deeper quality
in her tone. There are cigarettes and
magazines in the corner there.
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