It’s got to be at last like tobacco-ash over all my sayings and doings. She was not a reversion to type, which intimates the primordial; she suggested rather the incarnation of some goddess of the South Seas. “You see, I will take your arm. Unless there was some real metal in the young fool, some hidden strength with which to breast the current, Ruth would become a millstone around his neck and soon he would become to her an object of pity and contempt. Instinctively she had fallen into the posture of the poster, her hands behind her, her head bent slightly forward, her chin uplifted, her eyes bright with the drollery of the song. One glance through the window at that picturesque head had been sufficient.
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