The intruder was handsomely, even richly, attired in a scarlet riding-suit, embroidered with gold; a broad belt, to which a hanger was attached, crossed his shoulders; his boots rose above his knee, and he carried a laced hat in his hand. ” “And why shouldn’t you?” “I felt that sort of thing couldn’t go on. A few more minutes, and she was safe. ” “You came—here!” he repeated, vaguely. She was aware of it now as if it were a voice shouting outside a house, shouting passionate verities in a hot sunlight, a voice that cries while people talk insincerely in a darkened room and pretend not to hear. One thing—he could be thankful for that—the peak of his misfortunes had been reached; the world might come to an end now and not matter in the least. “I’m five years older than you, and no end wiser, being a man. " "A novelist?" cried Ruth, thrilling. The distinction lay chiefly in the right to pat their heads. She breathed deeply.
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