’ She fairly pushed at Gerald, who grinned and gave in, moving back to the still open door. “My hand! This isn’t the place. Latterly I’ve been doing things. Her feathered hat fell from her head and down her back, and she felt fingers writhing in the mass of her hair and caressing the flesh of her neck beneath so that she shivered uncontrollably. Spurlock felt very well pleased with himself. Dieu du ciel, what was it? She turned slowly, listening for the direction of the sound. Love … to take her in his arms and to comfort her: and then to add to her cup of bitterness the knowledge that her husband was a thief! For himself he did not care; God could continue to grind and pulverize him; but to add another grain to the evil he had already wrought upon Ruth was unthinkable. On the same peg and evidently belonging to it was a black velvet Zouave jacket. “I am glad,” she told herself, “I came. ’ Then memory hit and he stared at his friend. Wood rushed instantly to meet them. As it is, I'm not sorry for the blunder.
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