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‘You were his daughter. He sounds to me like a soldier of fortune. . The dress of this person was excessively showy, and consisted of a scarlet riding-habit, lined and faced with blue, and bedizened with broad gold lace, a green silk-knit waistcoat, embroidered with silver, and decorated with a deep fringe, together with a hat tricked out in the same gaudy style. Of course she had taken the boy as her lover, acting as his muse. “Where is my beautiful wife?” He bellowed from the downstairs. Not even for Ruth could he do such a beastly thing. ’ With satisfaction, Gerald noted that her voice was hopelessly unsteady and drove home his advantage. It was apparent, and then it faded into the quality of an inevitable necessity. She was in a very uncritical state that afternoon. It was hard to associate her with the stories which he and all Paris had heard of “Alcide. After he had eaten dinner with Ruth, he had gone to McClintock's; and he had heard music such as he had heard only in the great concert halls. She was very greatly exercised by the two systems of values—the two series of explanations that her comparative anatomy on the one hand and her sense of beauty on the other, set going in her thoughts.
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