”
“You forget,” she said, looking up at him with a faint smile, “that under the cloak
of her name I am earning more money a week than I could ever have earned in a
year by my own labours. To dream and to labour: to you, my labour; to
Ruth, my dreams. On his third visit to the island
she had surprised him, that is, she had glanced up suddenly and caught the look
of the beast in his eyes. A
full-curled wig descended half-way down his back and shoulders; a neckcloth of
"right Mechlin" was twisted round his throat so tightly as almost to deprive him
of breath, and threaten him with apoplexy; he had lace, also, at his wrists and
bosom; gold clocks to his hose, and red heels to his shoes. ”
“You do not flatter me,” she laughed.
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