‘In this case, I will not
kill him at all, even that he should have remained to wait for my letter. Mr. You get the idea. Rousing himself, he
went to the door. He started toward the dog with the idea of ejecting him, but Ruth intervened. Dreams of adorable infants danced through her head
as she cradled blankets in her arms. By
policemen one mustn’t shock. The smells of skewered
fennel, roast chicken, and broiled pheasant saturated the
air, and she could smell other wonderful aromas about
them. She was an indignant queen, no doubt she was
alarmed and disgusted within limits; but she was highly excited, and there was
something, some low adventurous strain in her being, some element, subtle at
least if base, going about the rioting ways and crowded insurgent meeting-places
of her mind declaring that the whole affair was after all—they are the only words
that express it—a very great lark indeed. "
"If you mean the fugitive, Darrell, he has escaped through the back window,"
replied Jonathan. She breathed deeply of the starch of his
shirt. That there would eventually be a lover Ruth knew; and she waited his
appearance upon the scene, waited with an impatience which was both personal
and literary. The material cares of life hang about your neck
like a millstone. Drink, and no
sustaining food.
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