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Let me run you for six months. “It isn’t only the dance,” she said. He knew she was out there, he could feel it. An old man with a bent back who limped in, slow and stiff, leaning heavily on a cane. Not since she had discovered it had Ruth touched or opened the mission Bible; but to-night (the same upon which the wonderful manuscripts started on their long and circuitous voyage to America) she was inexplicably drawn to it. Buried under various ancestral sixteenths, smothered under modern thought, liberty of action and bewildering variety of flesh-pots, it was still alive to the extent that it needed only his present state to resuscitate it in all its peculiar force. But as the students sat about Miss Garvice’s tea-pot and drank tea or smoked cigarettes, the talk got away from Capes. I could tell it was Italian, you see. And with a hideous expression of pain, he fainted. She felt smaller and more adventurous even than she had expected to feel. On the present occasion, he appeared to have bestowed more than ordinary attention on his toilette. Not if I read her aright. “This is all rot!” he declared angrily.
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