She was sore and overstrung, and it was intolerable to her that
he should stand within three yards of her unsuspectingly, with an incalculably
vast power over her happiness. Blood and bone, body and spirit, she
is selfish through and through. If you knew anything about Canton ware, you were, as
like as not, sorely tempted to stuff a teacup into your pocket. ‘You do not use your head, Emile,’ she said flatly. ‘What if she does not agree? Could she reveal us,
damage us amongst our peers? Are you certain that we
should not kill her?’ He asked. All the talk in the
world would not describe Ruth. “I believe,” he said slowly, “that I shall do best to throw myself upon your
consideration and tell you the truth. He's as nice and civil-spoken a gentleman as need be; by
the same token," she added, in an under tone, "that he gave me a span new crown
piece. I have been insulted, and cursed at, and
threatened with both pistol and dagger. ”
“How?”
“Well—a little clumsily. Her aunt was blandly amiable above a certain tremulous
undertow, and talked as if to a caller about the alarming spread of marigolds that
summer at the end of the garden, a sort of Yellow Peril to all the smaller hardy
annuals, while her father brought some papers to table and presented himself as
preoccupied with them.
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