"If the best nag ever foaled were to throw me in this unlucky spot, I'd blow his brains out. Nay, for aught I know, some of them may even now have got scent of me. Heaven knows what dim and tawdry conceptions of passion and desire were in that blond cranium, what romance-begotten dreams of intrigue and adventure! but they sufficed, when presently Ann Veronica went out into the darkling street again, to inspire a flitting, dogged pursuit, idiotic, exasperating, indecent. Something changed for her. She had once reconciled in her mind that she was happy as long as she had him. “I think,” he said, “that I would fetch any one whom he has asked to see. He was tall, nearly six feet, and from his stature it was clear that he spent some spare time working on his physique. My reply to all of them has been the same. His friendship seemed a thing worth having. “Miss Pellissier is nothing to me except a young lady for whom I have the most profound and respectful admiration. With a little more meat on him, he would be handsome. Lest the carpenter should be taxed with too much uxoriousness, it behoves us to ascertain whether the personal attractions of his helpmate would, in any degree, justify the devotion he displayed. While he was stirring his tea, she ran and fetched the comb. But why did he turn away? "Wait!" Ruth called to her father.
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