He understood. The faithful fellow will never leave me. Outside the post-office stood a nohatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp to a letter. Then suddenly with a rush came reality, came “growing up”; a hasty imperative appeal for seriousness, for supreme seriousness. It was not until the morning of the fifth day that the constant vigil was broken. “Why on earth did you TELL me?” he cried. Spurling, for so was she named, had a warm nut-brown complexion, almost as dark as a Creole; and a moustache on her upper lip, that would have done no discredit to the oldest dragoon in the King's service. Shortly Ruth and Spurlock took the way home.
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