“Why did you ever let me love you? Why did you ever let me peep through the gates of Paradise? Oh! my God! I don’t begin to feel and realize this yet. In truth, she had been quite glad to lose the argument about remaining while the bullet was dug out of Jack’s side. . Your servant, Mr. He carried her in his arms up the steps, like a bride on her honeymoon. Wanted her out of the way because he had been afraid of her, afraid of himself! He, at fifty-four! Then into this void poured a flaming anger, a blind and unreasoning anger. “I was sick of the make-believe. I can no longer bear to address you by that formal madame. It’s a thing that’s happened to you. "She was mine before you ever saw her. You women, with your tricks of evasion, you’re a sex of swindlers. They seem to spend their time yawning and inspecting their neighbour’s dresses through those hateful glasses. . Why, is the question I would like answered. He would repeat them innumerable times, and patiently Ruth would repeat her answers.
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