Awkwardly, he closed his eyes and fumbled for a kiss. Here was the same Ruth who had left him a few minutes
since: the same outwardly; and yet…!
On the ninth day Spurlock was up and about; that is, he was strong enough to
walk alone, from the companion to his chair, to lean upon the rail when the chair
grew irksome, to join Ruth and his employer at lunch and dinner: strong enough
to argue about books, music, paintings. "It's an ill wind that blows nobody good," thought the carpenter, turning his
attention to the child, whose feeble struggles and cries proclaimed that, as yet,
life had not been extinguished by the hardships it had undergone. ‘You wish a life of obedience? So be it, Mademoiselle Charvill.
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