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When, by slow and toilsome efforts, he had arrived midway, something
obstructed his further progress. To dream and to labour: to you, my labour; to
Ruth, my dreams. ‘She wants
me to marry her. He reached for her and
she stroked his head soothingly as his mother had done a
few times when he had suffered bad fevers. “Do you mean, aunt,” she asked, “that my father thought I had gone off—with
some man?”
“What else COULD he think? Would any one DREAM you would be so mad
as to go off alone?”
“After—after what had happened the night before?”
“Oh, why raise up old scores? If you could see him this morning, his poor face
as white as a sheet and all cut about with shaving! He was for coming up by the
very first train and looking for you, but I said to him, ‘Wait for the letters,’ and
there, sure enough, was yours. Anna’s face however was wholly impassive. \"I don't eat lunch. Captain Hilary Roding and his inamorata,
Miss Lucilla Froxfield.
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