” “The man?” 228 “Yes. ” She shook her head gently. “I first saw you crossing the river Arno, after a spring rain had spoiled the day for everyone except the ducks. He took her hand in his, raising it closer, and gently touched the maltreated skin. Ruth obeyed, not willingly, but because there was something hypnotic in the authoritative tone. Outside the post-office stood a nohatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp to a letter. In the meanwhile, as he talked, he scrutinized her face, ran his eyes over her careless, gracious poise, wondered hard about her. Spurlock knew exactly what he was doing, however: speculative mischief, to see how she would act. " "Let me have a glass of brandy," said he, addressing the host. The houses on Snow Hill were thronged, like those in Old Bailey. ‘Oh, peste. But he had shown no desire for information, no curiosity. I’m not to study, I’m not to grow.
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