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"I don't know how it is," he added in a low voice to Thames, as they were left alone, "but I've a strange foreboding of ill. Kneebone and Mr. Weeks hurled past, weeks that turned into months. Ruth could tell the doctor; she could bare many of her innermost thoughts to that kindly man; but there was an inexplicable reserve before this young man whom she still endued with the melancholy charm of Sydney Carton. He was halfway across the ballroom, where the dancing had ceased for the musicians to take a well-earned rest, when Roding pounced on him. Even in the daylight, it had a sombre and suspicious air, and seemed to slink back from the adjoining houses, as if afraid of their society. For the rest, she derived her ideas of the married state from the observed behavior of married women, which impressed her in Morningside Park as being tied and dull and inelastic in comparison with the life of the young, and from a remarkably various reading among books. Do you know, Lady Ferringhall, I am proud that your sister permits me to call myself her friend. They were ingenious disguises of gilt paper destructively gummed, it would seem, to Ann Veronicas’ best dancing-slippers. “No. A person of somewhat artificial graces and mannerisms, she was for once in her life perfectly natural. YOU did.
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