His interest was divided: while his ears drank in the sounds, his glance constantly roved from Ruth to the performer and back to Ruth. He looked at her reproachfully. Spurling; "however I consent. It made her laugh, which in turn made him laugh. Some of the lunatics were rattling their chains; some shrieking; some singing; some beating with frantic violence against the doors. Here, turnkey. It was his heart. All the world about her seemed to be—how can one put it?—in wrappers, like a house when people leave it in the summer. "By my shalvation, boy," he added, fiercely, "if you don't take your hande off my peard, I'll sthrangle you. At once there came an answering knock. "He hears me not! he's gone!" she added, as the door was opened and shut with violence; "something tells me I shall never see him again!" When her father, a moment afterwards, issued from the parlour to ascertain the cause of the noise, he found her seated on the stairs, in an agony of grief. The deafening report froze time. She was noisy and hilarious and enthusiastic, and her hair was always abominably done. “I wonder what he takes me for?” When presently she got down from the stile a certain note of internal conflict, a touch of doubt, had gone from her warm-tinted face.
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