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CHAPTER XXIII
Next morning Ruth did not refer to the episode on the sands of the lagoon. My servant. Mrs. Her husband had a great deal of respect for Sebastian as
well. Her mother had died when
she was thirteen, her two much older sisters had married off—one submissively,
one insubordinately; her two brothers had gone out into the world well ahead of
her, and so she had made what she could of her father. He had the same
dark eyes, though lighted by a fierce flame; the same sallow complexion; the
same tall, thin figure, and majestic demeanour; the same proud cast of features. “NO!”
she said, at last, with something in her voice that reminded Ann Veronica of a
sprung tennis-racket. It was fortunate that by this time Winifred had so far
recovered, as to be able to afford her father the best and only solace that, under
the circumstances, he could have received,—her personal attentions. "No, I don't. Look in the small hide-bound
book that he keeps in his boot. ‘Else she would not have married
that ne’er-do-well only because Jarvis proposed him to her. The poet's appearance altogether was highly prepossessing.
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