Yet you run around with him as if that were of no importance, as if it made no difference.

The scoundrel no doubt counts it a brilliant bit of smartness to carry about in his car the fiancee of the man he hates, and brags of it.

It reflects on us both, Ruth.

I ask you to consider my feelings at least that far." She regarded him speculatively for a time.

Then the touch of obstinacy hardened her chin and pushed up her under lip the barest trifle.