“I say!” he cried. She carried herself well, whereas her brother slouched, and there
was a certain aristocratic dignity about her that she had acquired through her
long engagement to a curate of family, a scion of the Wiltshire Edmondshaws. Her mouth at half-cock, Melusine stood there staring at him. So, step by step,
and hurt by hurt, Ruth was learning that John Smith was John Smith and nobody
else. Capes would come to these teas; he evidently liked to come, and he would
appear in the doorway of the preparation-room, a pleasing note of shyness in his
manner, hovering for an invitation. We shall be torn in pieces if we are discovered.
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