“Ruin me? Think of me with fondness? Are you dying of cancer or something?” He demanded. She hated it, she hated the mission-house; she hated the sleek lagoon, the palms, the burning sky. He did not love Ruth. Her sense followed the shoulders under his coat, down to where his flexible, sensitive-looking hand rested lightly upon the table. A bowl of roses, just brought by Ann Veronica, adorned the communal dressing-table, and Ann Veronica was particularly trim in preparation for a call she was to make with her aunt later in the afternoon. His sword done with, he took up the bludgeon; balanced it in his hand; upon the points of his fingers; and let it fall with a smash, intentionally, upon the table. "You'll pardon an old woman, Miss Enschede," said Sister Prudence; "but where in this world did you get that dress?" Ruth picked up both sides of the skirt and spread it, looking down. It just made me mad to the boiling point.
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