“You will write to me, I am sure—and from the date of your letter I trust most
earnestly that I may come back to my old place as
“Your devoted friend,
“WALTER BRENDON. But I
do not even care if I am absurd. You are different from all
the world for me. I’ll take over here. He reminds me of a slave I once had in
Rome with those sullen dark eyes and that wistful pout. He wore a silk hat a little tilted, and a morning coat buttoned round
a tight, contained figure; and a white slip gave a finish to his costume and
endorsed the quiet distinction of his tie. No one had the
resources or the inclination to rebuild them. He lowered her neck before her, and she
noticed a bizarre urge to bite him rising from her mind
like an itch. That there would eventually be a lover Ruth knew; and she waited his
appearance upon the scene, waited with an impatience which was both personal
and literary. Young and old were dressed in their gayest
apparel; and it was evident from the smiles that lighted up every countenance,
from the roguish looks of the younger swains, and the demure expression of
several pretty rustic maidens, that a ceremony, which never fails to interest all
classes,—a wedding,—was about to take place.
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