He had
been dreaming of Ruth—an old recurrency of that dream he had had in Canton,
of Ruth leading him to the top of the mountain. He backed away from
her. I'm not sure I'd go out with him anyway. So he made merry at the
dinner table, told comic stories, and was astonished at the readiness with which
she grasped the comic side of life. “I say!” he cried. Caliban absolutely crowed with delight. \"
\"I'm sorry I didn't call. He was
manifestly exerting his mind for her, and she found herself fully disposed to
justify his interest. “To tell you the truth, it has seemed just lately as
though we were becoming in some measure estranged. She
dreaded leaving him for the night, but separated herself
finally. ‘Oh, Marthe,’ she groaned, using in her accustomed way the French version of
her nurse’s name, ‘that pig is going to monsieur le baron. She has already forgotten it. Here was an instrument which might be of the
greatest service to him in accomplishing his design. To Ruth the thought of Hartford no longer projected upon her vision a city of
spires and houses and tree-lined streets.
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