. . "Right," said the Master, "I didn't think of her. Ruth did not
reply, but stared past the doctor, her eyes misty. Then she sat watching the play,
sometimes offering a helpful suggestion, sometimes letting her attention wander
to the smoothly shining arms she had folded across her knees just below the edge
of the table. But for all that, it offered relief; his brain, stupefied by the fumes, grew
dull, and conscience lost its edge to bite. . Give me the books. . “You do not quite understand,” she said gently. Tears sprang to her eyes. As if we didn’t know! The practical trouble is our ages. He
never cries nor frets, as children generally do, but lies at my bosom, or on my
knee, as quiet and as gentle as you see him now. It lay undisturbed in the remotest corner of the recess.
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