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That bruise will answer the same purpose. When the hero finally did appear, Ruth became filled
with gentle self-mockery. “We are only in the dawn of the Age of
Friendship,” he said, “when interest, I suppose, will take the place of passions. No breakfast, he’s had no dinner, hardly a mouthful of soup—
since yesterday at tea. Wily little devil she is. Never again would he repeat that kiss; but at night when they separated, he
would touch her forehead with his lips, and sometimes he would hold her hand
in his and pat it. Detached, it was not impossible that she would
be forced to leave the dining room because of invading tears. Not MY affair. But suppose I go?”
“Now, Veronica! No, no. And to wish not is useless, because you have told
me from when I was a little girl. "Ay, ay," rejoined Sheppard; "he may do what he pleases,—hang me, if he thinks
proper,—if you wish it.
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