She turned the gas up in her little sitting-room, and sank wearily into an easy chair. Raven locks fell to her shoulders from under the feathered beaver hat, and curled away down her back. ” “Fine. Away in London even now Capes was packing and preparing; Capes, the magic man whose touch turned one to trembling fire. At last he took up his thoughts again: “I wonder if, some day, one won’t need to rebel against customs and laws? If this discord will have gone? Some day, perhaps—who knows?—the old won’t coddle and hamper the young, and the young won’t need to fly in the faces of the old. Then, quite insensibly, her queenliness had declined. All her protests seemed stifled before she could find words to utter them. So Ruth took another step toward her destination, which we in our vanity call destiny. If Winifred remained silent, her looks would have disarmed a person of less assurance than the woollen-draper. There were two. A disagreeable young man, with red hair and a loose mouth, seated at the reporter’s table, was only too manifestly sketching her. Conceiving himself called upon, as the intimate friend of the deceased, to pay this last tribute of respect to her memory, he appeared as one of the chief mourners. S.
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