The mortal youth in him, then, was fascinated, the thinker, the poet;
from all sides Ruth attacked him, innocently. She flung aside every plan she had in life, every discretion. She had decided that she would spend the next morning
answering advertisements in the papers that abounded in the writing-room; and
so, after half an hour’s perusal of back numbers of the Sketch in the drawingroom, she had gone to bed. Haven’t I shown you over and over again that I mean you no
harm? What do I have to do?’
‘You can go away and leave me to my affairs,’ she threw at him. It was
exactly as Sebastian had foreseen. "My coat!"
Ruth did not move but stared astonishedly at the patient.
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