’ ‘The what, miss?’ asked Kimble, frowning. One has to train one’s self not to. The day was warm even under an overcast sky and Hilary, uncomfortable, shifted his weight. The mortal youth in him, then, was fascinated, the thinker, the poet; from all sides Ruth attacked him, innocently. He had the same dark eyes, though lighted by a fierce flame; the same sallow complexion; the same tall, thin figure, and majestic demeanour; the same proud cast of features. ” So they talked on whilst supper was served, falling easily into the spirit of the place, and yet both of them conscious of some new thing underlying the gaiety of their tongues and manner. " She laughed; and it was pleasant laughter in his ears.
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