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"A novelist?" cried Ruth, thrilling. "
At luncheon, preoccupied in thought, Spurlock did not notice the pallor on
Ruth's cheeks or the hunted look in her eyes. ‘Not care? For this he must be an Englishman tout à fait sympathique, and—
and I know only. Tell me a story—with apple-blossoms in it—about people who are happy. From the portals of the hotel—scarcely fifty yards from the canal—one saw the
blank face of the ancient city of Canton. Twice he cleaned the old briar; still
there was no improvement. Upon a
table, where they had been hastily deposited, on the intelligence of Darrell's
accident, lay a pair of pink kid gloves, bordered with lace, and an enormous fan;
the latter, when opened, represented the metamorphosis and death of Actæon.
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