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The real Ruth was as completely hidden as though she stood behind the walls of Agra Fort. As she stared her eyes grew accustomed to the night; and she discovered five persons instead of four. The Father did not know of course about her connection with the Valades. It was an excuse, dredged up on the spur of the moment to cover a slip. The door into the passage offered itself with an irresistible invitation—the one alternative to a public, inexplicable passion of weeping. Her aunt was blandly amiable above a certain tremulous undertow, and talked as if to a caller about the alarming spread of marigolds that summer at the end of the garden, a sort of Yellow Peril to all the smaller hardy annuals, while her father brought some papers to table and presented himself as preoccupied with them. I am guilty practically of the impertinence of coming to ask you whether I misunderstood your sister. “It is so difficult,” she murmured, “so impossible to explain. The fashions of the day have become antiquated. “Begin violence, and the woman goes under. “I loathe afternoon concerts, and——” She was really like her sister he thought, impressed for a moment by the soft brilliancy of her smile. "O, Lord!" ejaculated Wood. . She indicated the captain who had retired behind the sofa. I am a man—of a sort of experience.
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