“I suppose,” said her father, “I have read at least half the novels that have been at all successful during the last twenty years. Do you think that I am utterly selfish?” She raised her eyebrows. She was quite assured that she would never see him again. ” She went as far as her door, then turned to the window. Henceforth Ruth would closely observe her fellow women and note the hang of their skirts. \" His brown eyes were tired and full of concern. She should have slapped him but she was in shock at her own thoughts of lust that arose. A full-curled wig descended half-way down his back and shoulders; a neckcloth of "right Mechlin" was twisted round his throat so tightly as almost to deprive him of breath, and threaten him with apoplexy; he had lace, also, at his wrists and bosom; gold clocks to his hose, and red heels to his shoes. “No!” Her thoughts had turned in a new direction.
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