"Oh yes! you are--you've done me good to-night." adult toy website
"Well, if I can do anything for you, tell me what it is?" asked Ruth tenderly.
"Oh, not now--not now," replied Jemima. "I could not tell you here. It's a long story, and I don't know that I can tell you at all. Mamma might come up at any moment, and papa would be sure to ask what we had been talking about so long."
"Take your own time, love," said Ruth; "only remember, as far as I can, how glad I am to help you."
"You're too good, my darling!" said Jemima fondly.
"Don't say so," replied Ruth earnestly, almost as if she were afraid. "God knows I am not." vibrator dildos
"Well! we're none of us too good," answered Jemima; "I know that. But you are very good. Nay, I won't call you so, if it makes you look so miserable. But come away downstairs."
With the fragrance of Ruth's sweetness lingering about her, Jemima was her best self during the next half-hour. Mr. Bradshaw was more and more pleased, and raised the price of the silk, which he was going to give Ruth, sixpence a yard during the time. Mr. Farquhar went home through the garden-way, happier than he had been this long time. He even caught himself humming the old refrain:
"On revient, on revient toujours,
A ses premiers amours."