He taught
her about crowds, which men were the evilest, how to
locate and dispose society’s garbage. “I think,” she said, “that I rather like what you have said. But he only went home again to Paddington. He had scarcely completed his toilet, when he was startled by a noise at
the door, and heard his own name pronounced in no friendly accents. In the old days he had been
something of an athlete—a runner, an oarsman, and a crack at tennis. "He left Dollis Hill at ten o'clock on
that night, and has not since returned. He started toward the dog with the idea of ejecting him, but Ruth intervened. “You are a dear,” she exclaimed affectionately. She had slapped him away
with her free hand and the finger was released suddenly,
sending her careening to the floor. I’d take it—
forgive me if I seem a little urgent—as a sort of proof of friendliness.
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