He had absorbed her in a single glance, and was now defining her as he worked. It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron. It was true. "It is your son. "I'll be his evil genius!" vociferated Jonathan, who seemed to enjoy her torture. Only it was with a further and most unbelieving shrug of the shoulders that he resumed his seat.
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