"Stay!" interposed Jonathan. He has no imagination, no real generosity. O'Higgins and I landed at Copeley's yesterday; and Mr. . “You were talking to that fellow Ramage to-day—in the Avenue. Ruth was inflammable; she would always be flaring up swiftly, in pity, in tenderness, in anger; she would always be answering impulses, without seeking to weigh or to analyse them. It isn’t law, nor custom, nor masculine violence settled that. I do, however. “This is all rot!” he declared angrily. Ruth is not another man's wife; she is all your own, for better or for worse. I've told you about him; and you wrote a shrewd yarn on the subject. He was a civil servant of some standing, and after a previous conversation upon aesthetics of a sententious, nebulous, and sympathetic character, he had sent her a small volume, which he described as the fruits of his leisure and which was as a matter of fact rather carefully finished verse. ‘A word, if you please, my friend. Nothing else was put in their place, and they remained sotto voce, as it were, in his mind.
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