Courtlaw opened his lips, but
remained silent in the face of her imperative gesture. Sometimes it seemed to him that he was an impostor: that Ruth believed him to
be one Howard Spurlock, when he was only masquerading as Spurlock. “She
tried everything, and last of all she tried the stage. The room was worse than pokey, it was shabby; and the view from the
window, of chimney pots and slate roofs, wholly uninspiring. But seriously
——”
“Well seriously?”
“Isn’t it your own fault a little? Why do you not tell me your address, and allow
me to call upon you. "Oh! Sir, if you'd seen her
as I've seen her, you'd not wish her a continuance of misery. ‘Do you think I could endure to hear you prattling your abominable
French in my ear day by day? Enough to drive me straight into my grave.
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