Washed in light from the vestry window, she held her ground, all thought at bay, bar the steel determination long ago instilled in her by her unconventional tutor. “Who can tell?” she said. “Steady on!” he cried. We stepped from the Embassy into the motor—and oh! I thought that he was dead. Her concluding paragraph was, on the whole, perhaps, hardly starchy enough. One only. He looked exactly as she had dreamed him, handsome, rigidly dressed in a black suit, his hair still half gray, his eyes green and flashing like a cat’s. . Ruth's gaze wandered from the printed page.
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