Nothing like the direct approach, she thought. Suppose—suppose a girl did want to start in life, start in
life for herself—” She looked him frankly in the eyes. Her
secret thoughts made some hasty, half-hearted excursions into the possibility of
telling the thing in romantic tones—Ramage was as a black villain, she as a
white, fantastically white, maiden. Come back with me to-night. She will cry for days and nights together. ”
She took the pocket-book and looked up at him with a little impulsive
movement. “Another young woman, I suppose,” he said, “who knows better than her
Maker about her place in the world. The Palazzo was unlike anything she had ever known. She got up, drew up her blind, and stared out of window at a dawn-cold
vision of chimneys for a time, and then went and sat on the edge of her bed. \"Cathy says she'll let me stay out past midnight. They returned
to the castle, neither of them speaking. I've some other things inside, Sir, which you might wish to buy,—some
pistols. He glanced at Ruth (who had stood with her back
to the wall, pinned there throughout the contest by terror and the knowledge of
her own helplessness), then at the bronze menace, and calculated correctly that
this particular adventure was finished.
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