“What are your objections?” she said. “You are going to treat me as though I wasn’t. Is there anything you'd
like?"
"Books. But, what is it! What did you promise?"
"To offer you my heart, my hand, my life," replied Kneebone, falling at her feet. Those who had seen him slumbering, averred that he slept with his
eyes open. Ruth did not
reply, but stared past the doctor, her eyes misty. “All’s well that ends well,”
he said; “and the less one says about things the better. You are very kind. After all, what can it matter? It was just to make sure. I’m making a mess of my life—
unless you come in and take it. “And what is it all about, Veronica?” he asked, with a
deliberate note of irony, looking at her a little quizzically over his glasses. She smiled. When he awoke it was late in the day, and raining heavily. Though Gerald must suppose it was
inevitable she should eventually come here. “Serves you right if I’d cracked your skull.
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