Little by little the pool cleared, the whims vanished: so that both Ruth and the
doctor, by the middle of the third week, began to accept Spurlock's actions as
normal, whereas there was still a mote or two which declined to settle, still a
kink in the gray matter that refused to straighten out. No,
never mind about thanking me. I suppose I was a little idiotic—I don’t think we either of us
mentioned the future, but it was arranged that I should go the next afternoon and
have tea with her. ’
‘It is you who is absurd,’ countered Melusine, the spark returning to her eye. There was once a philanthropist who dressed with shameful shabbiness and
carried pearls in his pocket.
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