“What the devil are you doing star-gazing here?” Ennison looked at him in surprise. Ruth could not be told now. He drew her to him and tipped her chin towards him. ‘Me, I do not need the help of anyone. His shirt was unfastened, his vest unbuttoned, his hose ungartered; his feet were stuck into a pair of pantoufles, his arms into a greasy flannel dressing-gown, his head into a thrum-cap, the cap into a tie-periwig, and the wig into a gold-edged hat. . The letter began: “MY DEAREST GIRL,—I cannot let you do this foolish thing—” She crumpled notes and letter together in her hand, and then with a passionate gesture flung them into the fire. “He’s got almost to like it.
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