The hour for which, presumably, she had been created was drawing
nigh. One could go
to him and tell him one loved him. She hit the villain with it. But she was disturbed,
mysteriously disturbed. She was
dressed in a simple evening gown of soft creamy silk, with a yoke of dark old
embroidery that enhanced the gentle gravity of her style, and her black hair
flowed off her open forehead to pass under the control of a simple ribbon of
silver. The calvacade was now put slowly in motion. There was a loose button on that coat, and I want to sew it on. ” Inwardly, she laughed at the idea of
him trying to beat on her, flailing, his arms akimbo. "
"Not now, my love—not now," entreated Wood. Enschede, to have starved his heart as well as Ruth's
because, having laid a curse, he knew not how to turn aside from it! How easily
he might have forgotten the unworthy mother in the love of the child! And this
day to hear her voice lifted in a quality of anathema. She posed herself before her mirror and surveyed herself with
gravely thoughtful, gravely critical, and yet admiring eyes.
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