“Don’t think that I have been playing the spy upon you,” he continued. She munched her bland Whopper as he wolfed three in a row, stuffing his mouth with half a dozen French fries at a time. I don’t know if I express myself clearly. " "True," replied the widow, upon whom all the terrible recollections of the day before crowded, "I know it isn't. Ruth was inflammable; she would always be flaring up swiftly, in pity, in tenderness, in anger; she would always be answering impulses, without seeking to weigh or to analyse them. Checking an ominous cough, that, ever and anon, convulsed her lungs, the poor woman addressed a few parting words to her companion, who lingered at the doorway as if he had something on his mind, which he did not very well know how to communicate. Five minutes ago, his butler had entered the green saloon, an austere apartment, with dark forest-green wallpaper flocked with a swirling design, and heavy mahogany furniture. The queer phase of the dream was this, she was at no time a woman; she was symbolical of something, and he followed to learn what this something was. "There is a man in this room who seeks my life.
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