‘What, and miss getting myself murdered?’ ‘She said she wouldn’t murder you. ” She slipped on her cloak and stepped into the hansom with him. In a little while—to-morrow—all these tender, beautiful emotions will pass away, and I'll become what I was yesterday, a cynical, miserly old spinster. ‘Flirting, Gerald? A new come-out for you. Then, presto! What a dreary lot they are when the revellers lay aside the motley! Ruth had come from a far South Sea isle.
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