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After he had eaten dinner with Ruth, he had gone to McClintock's; and he had heard music such as he had heard only in the great concert halls. “Sold again,” she remarked. Yet her aunt, with a ringed hand flitting to her lips and a puzzled, worried look in her eyes, deaf to all this riot of warmth and flitting desire, was playing Patience—playing Patience, as if Dionysius and her curate had died together. Her voice was soft and singularly musical; but from time to time she uttered old-fashioned words which forced him to grope mentally. "Love me, love my dog! Because I've scolded him and told him a few truths, you are ice to me. I don't care how soon he learns that he has lost his adopted son. ‘C’est ridicule.
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