She put out her hands to avoid his embrace. There was no way of recalling the words; so she waited. " "Probably not. O God! O God!" And he appeared convulsed with agony. He was afraid if he stayed that he would make a fool of himself. In one angle of the room stood a disused fire-place, with a rusty grate and broken chimney-piece; in the other there was a sort of box, contrived between the wall and the boards, that looked like an apology for a cupboard. Even after this woman had gone, it seemed to Ruth that the room was kindlier than it had ever been. And by degrees, perhaps, that maiden distrust of yours that makes you shrink from my kisses, will vanish. He fancied that when they had had time to reflect, they would regret it still more. It was 1582. She would come back and write letters, carefully planned and written letters, or read some book she had fetched from Mudie’s—she had invested a half-guinea with Mudie’s—or sit over her fire and think.
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