“You’re self-taught, aren’t you, Lucy?” She looked around the table, all eyes upon her. A faint gleam of returning colour gave her at once a more natural appearance. You denied it, remembering that I had called myself Anna. How little he knew about Ruth—the background from which she had sprung! He knew that her father was a missioner, that her mother was dead, that she had been born on this island, and that, at the time of his collapse, she had been on the way to an aunt in the States. Work becomes distasteful; one thinks of holidays. She’d prefer that I read classic literature, of course, but she only reads paperback romance novels, so she can’t exactly complain. It was painful to want him so much. She would be elemental; there would be in her somewhere the sleeping tigress. "Leave me, Sir; I insist. It’s the public entrance.
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