Ruth went on to explain. She had tried him as a Crusader, in which guise he seemed plausible but heavy—“There IS something heavy about him; I wonder if it’s his mustache?”—and as a Hussar, which made him preposterous, and as a Black Brunswicker, which was better, and as an Arab sheik. She let him have it all, as it was, after all, for the last time. They talked for the better part of an hour, and at last walked together to the junction of highroad and the bridle-path. Still, something had marked the face, something had left an indelible touch. Like a river swollen by many currents, it gathered force from the various avenues that poured their streams into it. Then a bit of colour flowed into his sunken white cheeks. Sheppard. He smiled tenderly.
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