The crowd began to separate as it fell into the
theater. We men are like children. . Occasionally the mere fact of lying in
bed became unendurable, and she rolled out and marched about her room and
whispered abuse of herself—usually until she hit against some article of
furniture. Mrs. Here, then, but for the time and place, might be another Sidney Carton. Swiftly following the sound of knocking, she crossed right and
passed through a door near the windows—and found herself in the bookroom. "Hoity-toity! You owe me sixteen thousand dollars. She has power over men’s fates in
more ways than one. Her heart in her
mouth, she heard his foot scrape on the floorboard and knew from his expression
that Gosse had heard it too. Sheppard, in a voice of agony. Please sit down, Miss
—dear me, I haven’t asked you your name yet. The mortal youth in him, then, was fascinated, the thinker, the poet;
from all sides Ruth attacked him, innocently. What a pity!
For all her ignorance of material things—the human inventions which served the
physical comforts of man—how much she knew about man himself! She had
seen him bereft of all those spiritual props which permit man to walk on two feet
instead of four—broken, without resilience.
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