Melusine circled her adversary only far enough to give herself the aisle
between the pews behind. The mortal youth in him, then, was fascinated, the thinker, the poet;
from all sides Ruth attacked him, innocently. The thought of
their faces, and particularly of her aunt’s, as it would meet the fact—
disconcerted, unfriendly, condemning, pained—occurred to her again and again. He was wearing a new silk hat, with a slightly more generous brim than its
predecessor, and it suited his type of face, robbed his dark eyes a little of their
aggressiveness and gave him a solid and dignified and benevolent air. "What do you mean by that, sirrah?" cried Wood, reddening with anger. They were horrible people. "
So saying, he sprang, with a bound like that of a tiger-cat, against the throat of
the woollen-draper.
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