She hung about his chair, followed him to the door, touched his sleeve timidly, all the while striving to pronounce the words which refused to rise to her tongue. His hat was placed upon one pole, his wig on another. “It’s the stir of spring,” he said. Only an undermaid I was then. "Time to dress for dinner," said Ruth from behind the curtain.
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