" This readiness to surrender the coat to her surprised Ruth. They sat on a wooden bench that overlooked the less aromatic part of the lake, deeper and not as frequented by geese. "Thames was always your favourite," observed Jack, as he fastened another piece of wood on the teeth of the iron stopper. Her eyes were perhaps a little brighter than usual, the firelight played about her hair, there seemed to him to be a sudden softening of the straight firm mouth. “May I hear?” “It really isn’t much to tell,” Drummond answered. You see, I—I am a woman worshipper. His patient was distinctly of a different order of life. Can't I make you see?" "But I'm telling you Ruth loves you. You won't have him long. Burn your palette and your easel.
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