The lips of the mask twisted upward into a smile. " "Quite the contrary," rejoined the woollen-draper, laughing good-humouredly. Ruth's emotion was a primitive joy: she was essential in this man's life, and she would always be happy because he would always be needing her. It began in the eyes and spread to the lips: warm, embracing, even fatherly. It had, as it were, blown up at the concussion of his first step. "I've done nothing to offend you," persisted Jack.
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