Here was Ruth Enschede—sick of love! Love—something the world would always keep hidden from her, at least human love. It hardly served his interests. He had been on the point of leaving the restaurant. “NO!” she said, at last, with something in her voice that reminded Ann Veronica of a sprung tennis-racket. Originally built, as its name imports, in a cylindrical form, like a modern Martello tower, it had undergone, from time to time, so many alterations, that its symmetry was, in a great measure, destroyed. What passed between them I cannot think—I dare not. “Well, you have thought it over?” he said, sitting down beside her. But this was not a season in which to be needlessly scrupulous. And you don’t know what led to our separation.
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