But he reckoned without his host. She had not seen him in two and a half
centuries. He saw himself retreating from barricade to barricade, Ruth
always advancing, perfectly oblivious of the terror she inspired. Then there came briskly along the path towards her, an Englishman. "If you touch me I will kill you," said Ruth, grasping the scissors which lay
beside the pencils—Hoddy's!
The Wastrel laughed, still advancing. ‘Do you not
understand that I can trust no one—no one?’
‘That is a pity,’ Gerald said, rising to face her. One’s got to be a better man than one’s
father, or what is the good of successive generations? Life is rebellion, or
nothing. When she came to
herself, she found that her brother had quitted the room, leaving her to the care
of a female attendant. Apparently he had projected beyond his table some hypnotic thought, for it had
held him all through the dining hour.
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