The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars. “I always get off here and lean over that rail for a bit. For a few minutes all was silent. She passed people in the streets and regarded them with a quickening apprehension, once or twice came girls dressed in slatternly finery, going toward Regent Street from out these places. It was hard to part with romance, but she had never thirsted so keenly to go on with her University work in her life as she did that day. When they reached her rooms she stepped lightly out upon the pavement. How can he help you?” She threw such a look upon him that even he, Sir John Ferringhall, carpetmerchant, hide-bound Englishman, slow-witted, pompous, deliberate, felt his heart beat to music. Got the day off. “Of course, I remember now. "But it wants something here. Ask your own conscience. The problem had returned, made gigantic by the possibility of Ruth's love. There was no broken faith—not even any question of anything of the sort. .
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