That he was immolating Ruth on the altar of his conscience never broke in upon his thought for consideration. Later, when the Reverend Henry Dolby entered the Spurlock room, his wife and daughter trailing amusedly behind him, and beheld the strained eagerness on the two young faces, he smiled inwardly and indulgently. Even the abstract paintings on the wall were gray. They were bickering, she could tell by the way the mother threw her fat arms into the air and paced restlessly about the tiny clapboard house. As she hoisted her skirts near her waist, she thought ruefully of the last time she had worn such an elaborate gown, sometime near 1910 when petticoats were still considered hip everyday garb. “Just like old times,” she thought sardonically. ‘He’s already spoken for, Melusine. “I was really interested in his stuff. Anna picked up an ancient magazine, and began to turn over the pages in a leisurely way. " Jack started to his feet; but before he could defend himself, his right arm was grasped by the Jew who had silently approached him. He then mounted the jaded hack, which had long since regained its legs, and was quietly browsing the grass at the road-side, and, striking spurs into its side, rode off. “She must go her own way. I suppose it depends on her own state of mind.
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