"My coat!" Ruth did not move but stared astonishedly at the patient. ’ ‘Only in hot blood, eh?’ grinned Gerald. The intruder was handsomely, even richly, attired in a scarlet riding-suit, embroidered with gold; a broad belt, to which a hanger was attached, crossed his shoulders; his boots rose above his knee, and he carried a laced hat in his hand. It was apparent, and then it faded into the quality of an inevitable necessity. She refused to sleep in the same room with him one night, kicking him in the shins. She was taken dreadfully ill on the road, with spasms and short breath, and swoonings,—worse than ever she was before. I can't invent; the thing won't come. Please to let me go there. The Night-Cellar XVIII. ’ ‘You’re incorrigible,’ scolded Hilary, beginning to follow.
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