His face was a little flushed perhaps, and
his small, brown eyes were bright. Her likeness to her sister gave him at first almost a shock; a moment afterwards
he was conscious of a wonderful sense of relief. But, alas!
she was beautiful—and beauty is a crime not to be forgiven by a jealous woman. “Should I leave? Sounds like she is running out of
food. Anna was married. But
this afternoon it discovered an unusual vein of irritability in her. It was horrible, but what
could she do? She meant to live her own life, and he meant, with contempt and
insults, to prevent her. That boy—blind as a bat! Why, he hadn't seen the
Woman until to-night!
From the first chord of the Grieg concerto to the finale of the Chopin ballade,
Ruth had sat tensely on the edge of her chair. Pure luck! If the boy had grown a moustache or a beard, a needle in the haystack
would have been soft work. Cheveney was another Paris friend, was he?” she asked. “What on earth did you expect me to do, then?” he asked.
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