’ ‘Fiddle,’ scoffed Miss Froxfield. You are my wife now and you belong to me. Ennison listened, and he forgot where he was. The Dawn Pearl! To be with her constantly, with no diversions to serve as barricades! Damn McClintock for putting this thought in his head—that Ruth loved him! He flung himself upon the beach, face downward, his outflung hands digging into the sand: which was oddly like his problem—he could not grip it. The gallant woollen-draper was now in his thirty-sixth year. One married as he wished and one against his wishes, and now here was Ann Veronica, his little Vee, discontented with her beautiful, safe, and sheltering home, going about with hatless friends to Socialist meetings and art-class dances, and displaying a disposition to carry her scientific ambitions to unwomanly lengths. She washed her face twice after making smudgy eyeshadow and lipstick errors. “Rhea will return soon. I'm about to ring for supper. Something has happened to change her marvellously, either that, or she wilfully deceived me and every one else in those days as to her real self. Again silence.
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