They sat down, McClintock reaching for a lump of sugar which he began
munching. "Ruth?"
Silence for a moment. I have known Miss
Pellissier as long as any of you perhaps, and I have seen something of her since
her arrival in London. Even her
memories of he who had frequented her life for the
longest period of years were worn and fading. She could
feel his breath on her skin, every hair on her arms and
neck raised in response. ‘I have no idea. “Dear old daddy!” she said, and was
amazed to find herself shedding tears. Women are made like the potter’s vessels
—either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels. The twists in his brain had suddenly
straightened out; he was normal, wholly himself; and he knew now exactly what
he had done. “Why do you hate me again, my love?” He seemed to
brighten, feeding upon the intensity of her emotion. I begin to fear
I might be purposely go out of the way. Night and day have been alike to
me. She followed him about persistently, and succeeded, after a brisk,
unchivalrous struggle (in which he pinched and asked her to “cheese it”), in
kissing him among the raspberries behind the greenhouse.
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