“I’ve been,” she said, “forbidden to
come. The struggle had dislodged the white wimple,
which was evidently too large for her, and her black hair broke free, whirling
like a whiplash about her head as her hands curled into fists, coming up to beat
at his chest, her little teeth bared for attack. It’s
that father of yours you take after, no question. I
cannot explain beyond that. Yet her hands dropped, and she sighed deeply. Your career at
the bar had given you a command of language, also a self-control not vouchsafed
to us ordinary mortals. She saw her aunt in
tears, her father white-faced and hard hit. All of which proves that the doctor also had his moments of distraction,
with this difference: he was not distracted from his subject matter. "He's a base, deceitful,
tyrannical, hoary-headed libertine—that's what he is. But recently he had asked God to pile it all on him; and God had
added this, with a fresh portion for Ruth. Her eyes fell, and then sought his again with timid interest.
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