Oh, yes; of Ruth herself he knew much; but the more he mulled over what he
knew, the deeper grew his chagrin. Perhaps the boys had already
faced off and he had missed it, he thought sourly. Despite her busy work schedule, Sheila had always been a
social person, a talker, a joiner of neighborhood groups, a
town council member, a PTA worker, and a thrower of
neighborhood coffee klatches. Ruth's mind was fertile
soil; for a long time to come it would be something of a hothouse: green things
would spring up and blossom overnight. "So much the worse," replied Jonathan, rising and taking a turn, as if uncertain
what to do. “It’s glorious good!”
“Suppose now—look at this long snow-slope and then that blue deep beyond
—do you see that round pool of color in the ice—a thousand feet or more
below? Yes? Well, think—we’ve got to go but ten steps and lie down and put our
arms about each other. But at
length, there was a click, and with a swish, the panel of painted books swung
outward from the wall. "As you please, Sir Rowland," returned Jonathan, with affected indifference;
"but I'm not going to hunt the deer for another to eat the ven'son, depend on 't.
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