“You know—,” said Mr. She kept opening her eyes and looking at it. “Not a bit of it,” he said; “it’s only a score in a game. Nigel, do you know that I have been very jealous?” He avoided the invitation of her eyes. The real Ruth was as completely hidden as though she stood behind the walls of Agra Fort. Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust.
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